A Year of Poems – Day 29

We take a tree into our home
wrap it with the trappings of wealth
before placing items covered
with garish paper underneath.
Nature never saw rituals
as rustic. No sense religious
or otherwise explains this tree.
Unless there is logic deeper
than our histories can explain.

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