The Voice of a Discarded Christmas Tree

As I furnish the street 
Greet the pavement alone 
Brushed by nonchalant feet 
Once the heart of the home

From the chainsaw’s refrain 
Did my journey begin?
As the sap fled my vein
Advent ushered me in

As a symbol of peace
Festive hearts I inspired
In a twelve day long lease
With bright lights I was fired 

With a star on my brow
Dressed in silver and gold
Oh but look on me now
Cast adrift in the cold

See the beer cans adorn
Where presents once lay
Newly slain but un-mourned
For the foxes to spray 

Lying down by the wheelie bin 
Dressing the curb
Winter coat wearing thin
As you pass unperturbed 

But a moment my friend 
Let me whisper one thing
As you witness my end
Know I once was a king