I’ve always known this poem as Prayer for the Tree, but the video calls it Prayer for the Woods.
Ye who pass by and would raise your hand
against me harken ere you harm me
I am the heat of your hearth on cold winter nights
The friendly shade screening you from the summer
Sun and my fruits are refreshing draughts
Quenching your thirst as you journey on.
I am the beam that holds your home, the board of
Your table, the bed on which you lie and the
Timber which builds 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 am the bread of kindness and
The flower of beauty
Ye who pass by listen to my prayer
“Harm me not”
As a keen gardener, I love it.
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