The winter is cold
The wind starts to blow
The trees start packing
For the new fallen snow
The trees shed their leaves
And they put on their coat
They get ready for winter as
The snow comes afloat
But the Christmas trees, they don't shed their leaves
They wait for Christmas Day.
So they can light up like beautiful stars
On a night in November, or May.
But sadly, they pay the consequence
For not doing what they should
They get cut down, they don't get lit up
Like they wish they would or could.
And that's my poem
My poem about the Christmas trees
And why they don't put on their coats
And why they don't shed their leaves.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really like the beginning. The first two stanzas are great but then the rythym ends up changing on the last two stanzas...