It's The Journey: Swamp Cabbage Slaw

A Prayer for the Woods

I am the heat of your hearth on cold winter nights, the friendly screen shading you from summer sun, and my fruits are refreshing draughts quenching your thirst as you journey on.

I am the beam that holds your house, the board of your table, the bed on which you lie and the timber that builds your boat.

I am the handle of your hoe, the door of your homestead, the wood of your cradle and the shell of your coffin.

I am the bread of kindness and the floor of beauty.

Ye who pass by, listen to my prayer.
Harm me not.