Show trees prayer chronicles its beauty and usefulness the prayer of a tree g ye who pass by and would r raise aise your hand against me hearken ere you harm me I 1 1 I am the heat of your hearth on the cold winter nights the frie friendly adly shade shielding you from the summer sun and my fruits are refreshing draughts quenching your thirst as you journey or on 1 I am the beam that holds your house the board of your table the bed on which you lie ardithe timber which builds your boat 1 I am the handle of your hoe the door of your homestead and the shell of your coffin ye who pass by listen to my prayer and harm me not nom |