Over a month ago, this tree was firmly rooted in the ground.
In recent weeks, it resided in a home, likely decorated with ornaments, brimming with lights, wrapped presents at its base, propped up in a special corner of the room.
I walked past this discarded tree on a walk with my dog. I was jolted and saddened by the contrast of the potential joy or other warm feelings this tree brought these people for a (very) short time as opposed to it lying discarded at the side of their house.
I marvelled at its deep, rich green colour, its life force still intact, along with a wreath with a red bow still attached as its time-specific purpose, value and worth ended abruptly.