I stand here in my sprawling splendor
majestic branches with leaves so tender
I've withered many a calm and storm
as civilizations die and form
the fruit I bear feed many around
my root, together, holds this ground
i am the source of shelter and shade
without me, life will wither and fade
and in return for all I do
what's my reward, my honest due
a hatchet and saw, cutting through?...
--- psyxx
