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.