I am the heat of your hearth on cold winter nights, the friendly shade screening you from summer sun & my fruits quench 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 & the timber that builds your boat. I am the handle of your hoe, the door of your homestead, the wood of your cradle & the shell of your coffin. I am the bread of kindness and the flower of beauty. 'Ye who pass by, listen to my prayer. Harm me not.'