The fire place glow's of amber ash, Christmas lights blinking on the tree.
Silents fills the air, as a crackling pop bursts into a small flame.
All of this room smells of pine, as its life slowly passes away.
Thinking of all my younger days, when presents under the tree were so big
in my small eyes. So many moments of laughter and cheer, so many good times
left back so many years ago. Now in this eve of thoughts and dreams, I wonder
sometimes just how fast time fly's........as now I am feeling like this beautiful pine tree here infront of me...passing away,,slowly,,,with each
new day..........we get closer to our walk we'll take..

Beautiful.