It is not easy being a Christmas tree,
In our life, we face much adversity.
Our forest home cremated by fierce wildfires,
And chain saws cutting us down, creating quagmires.
Warming temperatures breed explosive insect growth
That kill us from the inside out, which we loath.
So flames, chainsaws and bugs our sworn enemies,
Then comes the storm to further uproot our destinies.
But those of us that survive do live an afterlife,
To bring joy and peace, having lived through this strife.
Now the farmer can sell his planted trees
To the Sparta VFW for charities.
We, your Christmas trees, relate to humanity,
So please help to preserve our survivability.