Prayer of the Woods

I am the heat of your hearth on the cold winter nights
The friendly shade screening you from the summer sun
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 that builds your boat
Those who pass by
Listen to my prayer: ‘Harm me not'
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
Those who pass by
Listen to my prayer: ‘Harm me not'