There's a holly tree
In my back yard.
Reminds me of
Christmas;
The symbols we place
So strategically
In our lives.
But just until recently
I never knew
What holly looked like
Nor did I care.
Suddenly, I see it
Growing
And I wonder
Why it's plastic
Deception
Was put so
Foremost in front
Of me.
As if to celebrate
The reality
Of what really isn't.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem