A Dreamy Solid Me

My dream included a solidified me. I was hard like an oak from stern to stem. My favorite tall tree had nothing on me. Immobile, I felt the wind in my hair. My limbs were lithe, light, and bare. A lumberjack cut a bit of me down, Gave my branches a soak, Tamed me into a table and chair, I was oak solid, folks. Bustled into the back of a van, Delivered to religious fan, A solidified me, made into something useful. We pray every Sunday, and on weekdays too. Part of me in the forest, worshipping with birds. The other part in a kitchen, with a couple of nerds. My dream included a solidified me. I was as solid as I will ever be.