Where the mountains and the clouds
Vie for their place in the sky
There was a little pine tree that stood
Oh…5 feet and 3 inches high
She lived in the montane forest of a
Colorado park where the birds sang
In chorus
Her parents, proud Ponderosa Pines,
We’re each 100 feet tall with trucks
2 feet across.
They stood on either side of her; their
Lower branches reaching out to
Caress her
For you see; she was still a baby tree
At 5 foot 3. She had yet to see the many
Seasons that her parents had seen
Or to provide food for the many
Creatures that lived under their canopy
One chilly morning, pine boughs laden
With snow sparkling in reds, blues, and
Greens.
There came two men; one called out to the
Other that he was looking for the perfect
Christmas Tree
One that stood 5 foot 3
