Christmas Tree

The Christmas Tree In the middle of the forest stood the prize Tall and proud it endured, the superior one It remained the unspoiled tree for all their eyes Year by year the treasure grew and was surpassed by none People came and took other trees but the great one abided there Some were tall, some were short, and others were full or lean Yet the flawless tree dwelled amongst its fellow heirs Waiting patiently for the perfect time to leave the forest green Its owners vowed the untouched tree would never depart Always there, a symbol of their never ending labor Decorated with lights its joyful glow filled their heart And looked upon with envy by each neighbor Yet there came a poor, needy little child who loved the tree And the wise owner seeing the need, with sorrow could only agree