People are like Trees

Came upon a Tree so Bare –

Looked dejected Standing There.

Whipped by Winds like Skillful Thieves –

Stripped it Bare of Shape and Leaves.

Did my Best to Boost it Some –

Spruced it Up from Looking Glum.

With some Tinsel and some Lights –

Brought that Tree to Newer Heights.

People are like Trees you Know –

Down with WEorries and with Woe.

You can Boost them Up as Well –

Nix those Troubles they Do Dwell.

Words are What I’m calling Trim –

Kind Ones too and Nothing Grim.

Comfort is like Sparkling Lights –

Brings a Sole to Newer Heights.