I am easily overwhelmed
by Christmas tree farms.
At first they are so cute
in their perfect little rows.
I want to pack sack lunches
for them, write their names
on the bags in permanent black ink,
leave I love you notes between
the sandwich and the carrots.
And the end of the day,
I’ll sing a soft lullaby to them all,
kiss their boughs and tell them
everything is going to be okay.