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.