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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