The Yew Tree
There once was a yew tree
So tall and so grand
It lived in wide and vast open land
It loved to feel the breeze
And loved the great rain
The yew tree new it would never know pain
Then once came a cutter
So big and so bold
It came for the wood so it could be sold
The yew tree begged to live
It only could cry
It loved it’s land and didn’t want to die
The cutter couldn’t hear
But only the breeze
He could not hear the beg of grand yew tree
And so tears of sap fell
It knew it was time
But cutter only thought of the money sublime
He swung his axe but stopped
As a squirrel sat
Atop the leaves and on the highest branch
The cutter thought and said,
“I can’t take a home,
So the cutting will have to be postponed”
The cutter left and sighed
And the squirrel cheered
Now safe and saved, the yew tree’s dread was cleared
Again the cutter came
But now a deer stayed
“To make a bow of this tree I’ll be paid”
The cutter says upset
The deer stays in place
And the cutter sighs, “I’ll stay in case”
The cutter stayed, night, day
And saw the beauty
Around him. He realized God made the tree.
He knew the tree was more
More than wood for bows
A home for squirrels, shade for deer, for birds to crow
He say and he waited
And watched the days pass
Then chose to not cut the tree at last
“Oh great yew tree, grand, tall
I won’t cut you down
After all” the cutter said, without a frown
“Though your berries poison,
Your wood good for bows
I will not cut you, animals need you, I know”
The cutter left the tree
the animals cheered
The yew tree only knew one thing it feared
The yew tree was happy
As animals prayed
And as cutters came, they never stayed
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