THE TREE WITH A SECRET LIGHT

THE TREE WITH A SECRET LIGHT

The white branches

glow in the room,

alive with colours

that breathe softly.

Every ornament hangs

like a quiet thought,

shimmering gently

as the lights change.

Red bows flutter

in the still air,

as if touched

by invisible hands.

The tree watches

from its corner,

a silent shape

wrapped in warmth.

Behind the shimmer

something feels deeper,

a hidden story

waiting beneath.

I sense a presence

inside the glow,

soft and patient

in the lights’ pulse.

The colours ripple

across its frame,

like whispers rising

inside the branches.

I stand before it,

feeling the hush,

as though the tree

recognises me.

And in its glow

I almost hear it speak,

a quiet reminder

that magic never dies.

ps this is my lounge my tree 🌲😊