By a beaver dam I saw you
Perfectly formed
Standing alone
Tiny, yet grown
Waiting to be adorned
Stature so true
Along the stream I gathered
Flowers in seed
Gossamer garlands
Leaves like star hands
Simplicity my creed
Raw beauty mattered
Reflected in the stream surely
Standing proudly
Humbly festooned
My tree says soon
We’ll sing praises loudly
Christmas came early