By Lyn Funnell
The lazy willow awakens – a wondrous sight
Transformed by the decorators of the night;
Each drooping branch festooned with baubles of dew,
And Arachne’s nocturnal knitting displayed on view.
A Christmas tree, ripped untimely from the ground;
Bedecked with last year’s tinsel all around.
Christ is born! But His trees die everywhere,
Releasing their pining needles in despair.
A young tree stands sadly in a shopping mall,
A naked target, exposed to one and all.
Aids-riddled needles pierce its dying breast
While condoms and crisp packets spruce the rest.
