Carve

I carve my name in a tree The tree dosen't mind The tree is unfeeling It is a sturdy oak But even a slight breeze Still rustles its leaves It's acorns fall in autumn The oak's bitter fruit Is the lifeline of squirrels The squirrels thank none But the oak is satisfied And I carve him once more In winter the leaves die Leaving the oak bare Seeming void of life But the inside is alive Though many don't see The rough bark Marked with my carvings Spring brings life after The winter always passes New leaves grow On the bare branches The oak has new life But the same purpose Feed the animals Who give none in return And I carve him again Summer comes soon When the soft spring ends The rabbit burrows in his roots Raising her children Still, without thanks He still protects her While hiding his scars With a new bark Autumn falls once more The tree is wilting His acorns are rotten His leaves almost gone The animals plead to him He dosen't answer them I come to him My knife heavy in my hand He does not feel He does not care So I carve myself once more