I am a tree – an old tree. I grew by Creator’s decree.
I am a tree – a wonderful giver. I give free shade when it is hot and still the storms, even the ones which rip through your life. I will shelter you from the rain. I am a tree and give pure oxygen for free.
Ah, I am a loving tree and stand there for beast, bird and mankind. Creator put me here – a loving tree. Don’t cut me away, because you are no tree. You foolish men – you need me! I am that tree – that wood – that you will later lay upon for eternity.
I call out. Save me. Love me. You will need me more soon. I know it. I hear Creator.
I am the tree.
