Oh, needle-tipped evergreen,
Your towering form I have seen
Reaching into the cold winter sky.
The freezing blast sent snowflakes to fly
Around you in columns of white
That shone in the star's light.
The wind has whispered in your ears
Secrets that no man hears.
How long have you stood here, venerable tree?
And how many Christmases have passed by thee?
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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