Remember the Unicorn by Brooke Fox

A tree cut down for Christmas,

From whence a child once cried,

“Daddy, I want that one!”

The father, “Timber!” cried.

“Hush my lamb, we’ll put it in the corner,

So it may shine its light,

On all of those who cut it down

And there will be a sight.”

And in the night, silenced to the children,

Decorations in their right,

They howled their injustice,

Against this horrid plight.

Said they, “We will not live this life

This thirsty cup of vapor.”

Said they, “We want some water,

For ‘tis life’s wondrous giver.”

And lo an angel, sitting nigh awoke,

Upon them she looked down,

Said gently, “I think I have an answer,

life’s refurbished whence it drowned.

“Scrumptious canes of candy,

White and silver will I paint you,

Into a feast for the eye’s longings,

Rekindled traits of pleasure.

“On my creature, lovely tinsel,

Will I mold you together surely,

Rearrange your initial painting,

Into one purposeful and inspiring.

“You, yon gingerbread men,

Who pine for another chance,

You will have a united body,

A life eye pleasing and not sustenance.

“Poor orbs that are long forgotten,

Who look on the world a dither,

You will no longer see in meekness,

heart and soul of my greatest efforts.

“For the little ones not mentioned,

Here will you stay gladly,

For you are not wronged by those who love you,

But molded gently by a child’s teasings.”

These sayings being finished,

Those who were signaled arose,

Unbeknownst by those who had used them,

Transformed by an angel’s prose.

Twisted horn bereft of red,

Silver trickles now haughty mane,

A body of life and not a mere giver,

Eyes that once looked upon ghostly plane.

Glancing out her window,

A small girl cried in delight,

And rather, "Daddy, I want that one!”

It was a cry completely divine.

For a unicorn is of the purest creatures,

So magical many souls cannot tell,

The new life it will give a child,

Regenerator of death whispers unfurled.

The unicorn, the world’s great treasure, should never go unnoticed,

For its goblet is always full of life so thus,

Remember the unicorn.