Tinsel

I’ve searched about and note a drought –
So tinsel’s out, without a doubt.
For each discarded tree I see
Is, sadly, silver tinsel-free.

When I was small, as I recall,
The protocol that would enthrall
Was tinsel draped – no branch escaped –
On trees street-scraped on which we gaped.

And yet today, I’m sad to say,
That bright display has lost its sway.
The trees look stark – just green and bark –
They’re sad and dark without that spark.

So tree folk, hear: please volunteer
To cheer the atmosphere next year.
Reconsider tinsel’s glitter –
It makes litter worth a Twitter.