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    Hannes Tuch - The prayer of the tree

    Written by csistvan on Oct. 19, 2016

    You who pass by and would raise your hand
    against me, hearken ere you harm me,
    I am the heat of your hearth on the cold
    winter night, the friendly shade screening
    you from summer sun,
    and my fruits are 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 last resting place.
    I am the gift of God and the friend of man.
    You who pass by, listen to my prayer and
    Harm me not.
    Anon.