Falling needles

As we chose the perfect tree
to grace our home, with it's green spread
with millions sold, the forest breached
cut down for pleasure's vain intent

Our horizons bright with science notes
the pandemic alive, but under threat
it could be culled and find no host
but as it grows, its roots hard set

The vaccine needs the needles point
as the pine tree, nature did anoint
hold and embrace the gleaming font
boughs the benefits to hold our wants

Wishes that our loved ones hold
the chainsaw worth its weight in gold
stop the spread and gain control
 give us chance to break the mould

More than hope and faith and  trust
the syringe like the needle as it falls
to the earth and leave bare rust
a carpet like a vaccine, spread to cover all