Diorama – The Tree Speaks Poem

I AM THE HEAT OF YOUR HEARTH ON COLD WINTER NIGHTS;
THE COOLING SHADE FROM THE SUN.

I AM THE PAPER THAT FEEDS THE PRESS;
THAT MAKES THE BOOKS FOR YOUR KNOWLEDGE AND HISTORY.
I CAN BE A MATCH STAM OR A SHIP’S MAST.

I AM THE HUMBLEST CABIN;
AND FURNISH THE GREATEST MANSION.

I HAVE SERVED YOU FROM CRADLE TO GRAVE;
I CAN DO NO OTHER.

I AM A GIFT FROM GOD;
I AM A FRIEND TO MAN…

I AM THE TREE