The Shocklach Oak |Tree Planting
THE TREE
Ye who pass by and raise your
hand against me -
hearken ere you harm me.
I am the heat of your hearth on
the cold nights,
the friendly shade screening you
from the sun,
and my fruits are refreshing
draughts
that quench 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
and the timber with which you
build your boat.
I am the handle of your hoe,
the door of your homestead,
the wood of your cradle and
the shell of your coffin.
I have the sap of kindness and
the flower of beauty.
Ye who listen to my prayer,
harm me not.