Gift-less Tree — Unwrappable Presents
The Power of Poetry, Rhythm & Rhymes to what I have to say.
In the land of existence, a gift unfolds, Life’s present, a story waiting to be told. No wrapping conceals its vibrant hue, A canvas of moments, both old and new.
Unveiling the layers, like petals unfurled, A symphony of time in this precious world. No ribbons to bind, nor paper to tear, Life, an unwrapped gift, beyond compare.
In dawn’s soft whispers and twilight’s embrace, A journey through time, a celestial chase. Moments collected, a kaleidoscope of scenes, Unraveling dreams in kaleidoscopic greens.
Through laughter’s rhythm and sorrow’s refrain, Life dances gracefully in sunshine and rain. No need for a bow, no need for disguise, It sparkles in tears and gleams in the eyes.
Embracing the shadows and basking in light, Life’s unwrapped gift, a celestial flight. In the silence of night and the warmth of the day, It whispers of promise, come what may.
Cherish each heartbeat, a rhythmic refrain, In the tapestry of moments, joy and pain. For life’s gift, unencumbered, pure and free, Is the unwrapped life of wonder under your tree!
Beneath the boughs where ornaments gleam, No wrapped surprises, just a Christmas dream. No boxes adorned in festive array, Yet joy resides in the heart today.
The tree stands tall, adorned in its grace, A symbol of love in this sacred space. No gifts below, no ribbons so bright, But warmth and laughter in the soft candlelight.
In the quiet hush of a silent night, Gratitude sparkles, a shimmering light. For it’s not in the packages neatly arrayed, But in the love shared, not to be traded.
No bells may jingle, no carols resound, Yet the spirit of Christmas echoes around. In the embrace of kin, a cherished delight, A celebration of love, pure and bright.
A table adorned with festive cheer, Empty-handed, but hearts draw near. The absence of presents cannot sway, The magic that lingers on Christmas Day.
For in this simplicity, a truth is found, Christmas is not in the gifts that abound. It’s in the smiles, the hugs, the glee, In the shared moments, full of unity.
So, under the tree, with no gifts to unwrap, Still, Christmas joy fills each heart’s gap. For love is the treasure, the true gift to see, In the quiet beauty of the gift-less Christmas tree.
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Love you all, have a wonderful Christmas this year and remember that the gift less Christmas tree is better than having no tree at all!