Frankincense Poem by Ima Ryma

One gift, the Bible tells us so,
Brought to baby Jesus when born,
Was frankincense so long ago
On starlit night in early morn.
Highly prized was this frankincense,
Thought to be worth its weight in gold,
Quite a fragrant resin and hence,
Quite sought after since times of old.
It comes from the frankincense tree.
Sap from the trunk that is scraped out,
Then dried into commodity,
A best smeller seller, no doubt.

The cuts made on the trees do heal
If not too many made with zeal.