Wow.

Uhm.

Wow.

First and foremost this poem is so convicting to those who buy a real Christmas tree! Convicting in a good way!!! Lol.

I will be honest and say my family has gotten real trees before. However, no longer do so, due to the mess. But honestly Andrea , this poem really made me take a new look at the situation....and the way you went about expressing your opinion, is like always, humble and tasteful and quite beautiful, so much so that you may not have intended this to be a persuasive write, but that's exactly what it did to me.

It persuaded me to leave a living breathing thing where it belongs and not dress it up like a mannequin in a store.

this also sparked in me a poem idea.

I thank you for this write, it gave me a higher appreciation for creation.

Love you and miss you tons

Oh wow this takes me back in time where we would go in the forest and cut a tree down, then take it home and decorate it with real candles. It did look beautiful but the tree was shedding needles so we put it back in the ground after Christmas. That is where it really belonged and not inside a home feeding the purpose. Thank you for sharing.

Amen to this...

Seriously maple, I mean ... WOOOOOW?!

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YES YES AND YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This is quite simply beautiful...and the message does not go unnoticed...

When your little, gazing upon a giant Fir
adorned with tinsel, you can't help but be
amazed by it's beauty.

*you're in the first line :)

Hearing "Oh Tannenbaum"; I was in the mood for
cheer...

Growing older, I looked beyond the measurement of
religion, spiritual cultures and holiday fanfare.

That tree was crying, I knew the darkness
that lay behind it's beauty because I too was
dressed in shiny things, marketed by my smile alone.

The tree was crying..because it was dying...I never connected with the pine leaves on the floor as tears but I will now forever...normally I have a fake tree but from time to time I will have a real tree...

They should be left upon a mountainside, adorned within fresh fallen snow, and I should have been left to reside alone with them.

Yes...they should have but...we both know they won't...

Needles dropping, shedding color, the spirit was gone.

Madness of a holiday left me broken and the firs to die.

They should be left upon a mountainside, adorned within fresh fallen snow, and I should have been left to reside alone with them.

My nature has no need to be decorated and neither does my soul, we are beautiful just the way we were meant to be....