I\'m softly changing colors...
As my tree betrays it\'s mood
Shorn of foot..yet still it brings
A feeling..to the room
Living on..while dying
Adorned...by packaged roots
Silver strings..bulbs colored...sing
A tinny song of peace
Lost..it seems..the meaning
In the glare of what\'s become
My tree...and me...soon parting ways
One is done...the father\'s son..
Remains