In my home, I restless stand

Rocked and swayed, by unseen hand

Making mirth, with all my kin

Raising such a wondrous din

Tendrils buried, running deep

Feed me, hold me, while I sleep

From earth I'm born, to earth I'll go

Falling, rotting, once I'm old

But hark, a visitor appears

With blistered hand, and longish beard

I greet him, as I do all guests

What he desires, I dare not guess

Now swinging axe, gives painful blows

What was my wrong, I do not know

Hack after hack, invade my form

Asunder now, my frame is torn

Falling long before my time

Powerless against this crime

Lamenting now, my final doom

In shallow ground, or stone cold tomb

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