The fragrant scent of winter's whispering pine trees,
Has a calming effect on our souls at Christmas.
In our homes we decorate these trees and form wreaths.
From their boughs. They symbolise peace we hope will last.
While much of life on earth seems to bring briars and thorns,
God wants us to walk in a path of whispering pines:
A pleasant path of peace that does not spite or scorn.
For we're mere pine branches and Christ is the Vine.
In this season of Advent, we need to take time
To contemplate life's meaning; blessed by the divine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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