The Christmas Tree

it is addressed thusly:
An ode.
it reads:
What are we to you,
Who appreciate the delicate feeling
Of certain words being spoken
Of waiting long for goodness
Of preparations being made?

This ornament,
I mean the tree of varied origins
Is it merely decoration
Is it untrue to your convictions
Is it a myth to be dispelled?

There is no doubt,
That unless you feel there is some life
In the things called dead
In objects lost, unlooked-for
In the mean as well the great;

You cannot know
What sort of thing it is at all
This day of the immortal sun
This high festal candle lighting
This joyful Christmas tree.

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