My tree stands regal
in the dark
alone
It’s twinkling lights
cast arcing rainbows
about
A lovely red skirt
wraps around its trunk
barren
A faux tree this one
not like my trees
before
The golden glow on top
warms the small room
coldly
I sit and stare
upon its lonely beauty
contemplating
Beautiful would it still be
if no eyes ever made that
decree?
Gypsie’s Wonderful World of Words 
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