I watch the leaves flowing in the breeze

as a tree falls to its knees.

I put my axe back on my back

and head for the shak.

I will remember this tree because

it saved me.

It was cold in the winter

but the tree provided for me.

when it was cold it did not

let me freeze.

It gave me the warmth

of a blazing cup of tea.

I was hungry but the tree

gave me its plentiful feed.

I hate  to see that the tree

has gone from me but I must

find a new tree that will provide for me,

but I will not forget

the first tree that provided

for me.