The Fir Tree

Based on the story by Hans Christian Andersen

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In a forest, in a good spot

With sunshine and plenty of air.

Stood a little fir tree,

So eager to grow up

It didn’t think about warm sun or fresh air

Or children chattering

And berry gathering.

The children exclaimed

That the fir tree was charming

And little –

Not what the fir tree wanted to hear.

The next year it was a full length taller

And carried on growing year after year,

Layer upon layer

Of branches.

The little fir tree wished

It were as big as the other trees

In the forest, branches unfurled

And gazing on the wide world;

Birds would build nests,

And when the wind blew

It would nod grandly.

But when winter came,

And snow glittered white

All around

A hare bound

And sprang

Right over the little fir tree.

 

© Kim M. Russell, 2015

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