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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,
and my fruits are
refreshing draughts quenching your thirst as you journey on.
I am the beam that holds your house on the cold
winter nights,
the board for your
table, the bed on which you lie,
and the timber that
builds your boat.
I am the handle of your hoe, the door to 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.
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