People are like Trees

Came upon a tree so bare –

looked dejected standing there.

Whipped by winds like skillful thieves –

stripped it all of shape and leaves.

Did my best to boost it some –

spruced it up from looking glum.

With some tinsel and some lights –

brought that tree to newer heights.

People are like trees you know –

down with worries and with woe.

You can boost them up as well –

nix these troubles they do dwell.

Words are what I’m calling trim –

kind ones too and nothing grim.

Comfort is like sparkling lights –

brings a sole to newer heights.

 

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