The Great Sacrifice
A little cedar tree waved goodbye to its home, the forest beyond.
Sadly remembering its serene place by
an algae-covered pond.
It's green feathery branches wouldn't be blown by the delicate wind.
Never again feel the refreshing
moisture of fresh dew, nature's special blend.
The sun would no longer warm its tender branches with its soothing glow.
Nature's orchestra had performed the little fir's last show.
Loaded on a large truck, the fir was thrown beside other trees.
Covered by a tarp it couldn't feel
the tickle of the southern-blowing breeze.
The truck stopped at a large department store with a tag marked,
For Sale.
Curious bystanders pulled on his branches; nobody heard his lonesome wail.
He was shoved in a station wagon, and taken in a dark house.
Placed in a container of scented oil,
only companion, a curious mouse.
His branches were weighed down by balls, tinsel, an angel with a flashing light,
But the little fir tree felt no
happiness; no nature friends in sight.
Underneath brightly decorated presents were placed with great care.
The alienated tree had no holiday
spirit to share.
For he yearned to stand among other firs feeling proud.
Not in a corner draped with a
flickering burial shroud.
On Christmas morning children danced about pulling on the dejected tree.
By New Years Day all decorations were
pulled down, death had been set free.
By a garbage dumpster the grieving fir tree was placed.
With only the last remnants of
silvery tinsel interlaced.
As the trash truck tossed him among the discarded Christmas array.
The little fir tree's last words were: "On Christ's birthday I gave the great sacrifice, my life in his honor that day."
Dorothy E. Scott poetry99@txol.net Copyrighted 2001
Dorothy Scott - My name is Poet Dorothy E. Scott I have been writing since five years old. I have a deep love for the Lord. He's been my copilot for a long while. I am a compassionate poet. I write poetry for all who need it. I currently have 52 books in seven years. I am a sick poet but know God is there and faith. Some of my work is used at an online magazine "Chrysalis." I have my own poetry corner in a magazine Almshouse Newsmagazine. I will soon be featured on www.edevo.com as a poet too. Poetry is a gift from God and for God. God Bless You! Poet Dorothy