Little spirit tree starts to weep
Sharp loud cranks has disrupted its sleep
Strong winds of red amber ashes blow
The core trunk clatters and chattering of snow
Years’ worth of rings, chains and grain
Struck by lightning and drowned by rain
Listen to the sun and wind, little spirit tree – hush
Grow slowly and gracefully, do not rush
Gently progress and reach the highest flight
Building little blocks of life, in the dead of night
Hush now little spirit tree, why cry
We will meet again after we die.
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