The needy tree
The needy tree
The needy tree in the forest
Strived towards the light
The woodsman turned him into mince
He gave in without fight
But being pulped and pounded
He turned into sheets, white
On which the poem was written
And the needy tree found light
The needy tree in the forest
Strived for warmth and heat
But he was buried underground
And turned into some peat
This was dug up , sent to a home
To be burned upon the hearth
Thus the needy tree at last
Found himself some warmth
The needy tree in the forest
Wanted to shine and smile
But he was left in the dark cold ground
And stayed there a long while
Till at last in sorrow
He turned into a stone
And in the beauties earrings
Finally he shone