Said the woodcutter

Said the woodcutter to the treeFell you I must, I hope you see.For hearth and home, food and lifeWell being of son, daughter and wife.But a last wish to you I grantBefore I cut you, dear plant.I can, from you, many things makeBut, today, your desire I do take.Tell me what most you wish to beTable, chair, couch or settee.Or, anything else which to you is dearFrom you I´ll make, I promise here.Said the tree I always knew I´d fulfilMy life´s purpose, by your axe and will.Settee, couch, table and chairFor all these, I don´t much care.Conscious thou, and thine, may beBut knoweth not, as mine, and me.Of furniture there may be no dearthBut nought will free you from this Earth.Sit or lie a few inches above the groundFast to it you will always be bound.Here, together, we must forever resideAnd owe each other, ´tis noblesse oblige.Fell me you must, that I do seeTo give to thee, ´tis my destiny.But, if I may, I´d like myselfMost of all to be your bookshelf.To be there for books that speakOf truth and wisdom, and for the weak.And if still a bough there is leftA guitar do make, so with your deft.Fingers you may strum, and with songTell of me, and our love of long