The Norway Spruce (better known as the Christmas Tree) by Adam Rutter

Norway Spruce Forest in Norway

I am a tall trunk

With roots spread out on a peak

Standing in this Arctic wilderness

Filled with strange noises

Rising from the valleys

Climbs to my height

My pine needles shoot out

Firm, stiff, spiky

On my oblique branches

Points skyward

All the way to my crown

The wind blows me from side-to-side

My branches sway

The trees lean windward

Slanting towards my height

Clouds well up below

Swallows the valleys

Overwhelms the peaks

The trees cloaked

Snowflakes come floating down

Clings to my pine needles

Enshrouded in white

The snow grows heavier

My branches are hanging down

A powder of snow blows off me

Swirls and coils above my branches

Sweeping over the cliff edge

Drifting into the forest

My trunk, buried in snow

A deep layer touches my branches

Deer legs sink into the snow

Deep print trails to my height

Its brown coat brushes against my thick branches

Snow falls onto its wide bulk

My branches swing back and forth

Snow throws up

Hits my short branches

And lands on my long limbs

Snowflakes swirl and spiral between tree gaps

Dances in the air

Spins and whirls

Spins and whirls

Spins and whirls

Spins and whirls

Spins and whirls

Wanders between branches

Sticks to my pine needles

Blows off by sharp, savage blasts

Sending a raw biting chill

Into the forest

Trees arch toward each other

Our crowns meet

Winds force pushes me

Lifting my lower branches

I lean towards the high peak

Snow drifts tear through the air

Blowing down the valley

Funnels along a river

Breathes out through the fjord

Icicles hang below

Stretches down a frozen waterfall

Ice floes carried by rapids

The snow weighs down on me

My branches, drooping

The snow slides off

 

The Christmas Tree at St Nicholas, Oldbury