Three trees shivered
In the cold moonshine,
A date palm, an olive
And a dark green pine.
They whispered together,
Saw a light in the sky,
Paused, secrets forgotten,
Heard a new baby's cry.
They stood in the yard
Near the child's manger bed.
'What can we give him?'
The gentle pine said.
The olive gave oil
To soothe his small feet.
The palm promised dates,
All sticky and sweet.
'But what about me?'
The poor palm tree cried.
'I can't think of a thing.
I've tried and tried!'
Hearing her cries all
The stars tumbled down
To light up her branches
Like a bright golden crown.
Then the pine tree stood tall
So the baby could see
On that first Christmas Day,
His first Christmas tree.
By: Maira Andrew
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Poems
RandomI really love poems from different people back from the old days like Edgar Allan Poe or Robert Frost, and more others.
