Like a tree

Like a tree
The axe will strike
Over and over again
The man keeps striking
As the girl silently watches
He takes breaks from his work
She wipes the sweat off his skin
Soon his axe will strike the tree again
She cries silently as the tree begins to give
With a great moan the tree falls on to the ground
He leaves without a single word to her
She slowly sinks to the wet earth
Three chilled days she stayed
Then seen before her eyes
From that very tree
A seed