Tree of Life

It reached as high to the sky as its roots dug to the hardcore I sought its refuge from rain during a dark storm And its shelter from the blinding white light of the sun It died but always came back the next season I knew it had an axe in its core Someone left it there, and it grew around the handle and head So nobody could see it anymore I wanted to remove it because the space it rested was dead But I couldn’t remove it without killing the tree So I let it stay And I hope one day I’ll see it once more and know in my own core that it is free.