dry skin

The Tree Prayer

Ye who pass by and would raise your hand against me~
I am the heat of your hearth on the cold winter nights
The friendly shade screening you from the summer sun,
And my fruits are your refreshing draughts,
quenching your thirst
As you journey on…~~~
I am the beam that holds your house,
the board of your table
The bed on which you lie,
the timber that builds your boat
I am the handle of your hoe,
the door of your homestead
The wood of your cradle,
the shell of your coffin
I am the bread of kindness
and the flower of beauty

YE WHO PASS ME BY~
LISTEN TO MY PRAYER~
HEARKEN ERE YOU HARM ME NOT

‘A notice found nailed to a tree in ‘Seville’
-Spain-reprint found at local arboretum’