Sense Sonnet - Acher

Woe Christmas Tree

There are countless tragic tales
Carried in the seasonal wind,
And the whole forest of us wails.
How many tree lives soon to end?
Humans come cut us down in prime,
Treenap us to their lairs to be
Their slaves for their holiday time,
Then toss us out - just a dead tree.
There are ET trees, so I've heard,
And if they come and take command,
Humans can stick in stands absurd.
Maybe then they will understand.

The perfect Christmas tree is where
Nature put me in land and air.