Little Tin Under the Tree

The little tin under the tree
it guides me and oft reminds me
life is precious, love gives sight
days spent living, worth the fight

Oh humble tin and repentant stake
a heart can bend, a heart can break
I knew him not but still it's so
our little story, a tale of woe

Little tin under that big tree
don't let me forgetful be
there is goodness, shining light
when this life seems little bright

Unworthy box, shameful spruce
I speak but know it is no use
enough would never be enough
a grave so mean, a keep so rough

Box of green buried 'neath the tree
does he even remember me?
Is he happy in the clouds
Distance perhaps the memory shrouds

Sad container, mighty beam
are you heartless, as you seem?
The parcel still sits, soil on top
Again leaves come, again they drop

Bit o' precious tin below my tree
do you know, do you see
the marvels that you hold inside?
Love, life, and the pain I hide

Lid and box, shade for free
I live on but still I see
tiny hands, little toes
he is gone, but the tree still grows.

Little green box, grand old tree
will you cry, cry with me?
He left before I knew he'd been
Made to wonder, did I sin?

Gentle tin, mindful wood
I'd change it, true, if I could
We moved together, those moons four
But in my heart, forever more.