Dear Lord, 

Don't let the rain wash away the dirt from my roots,

For without it I would have no place to stand

Dear Lord,

Don't let the sun shrivel my roots

For without them I would have nothing with which to stand on.

Dear Lord,

Don't let the axe cleave my trunk

For without it I would not have the will to stand.

Dear Lord,

Don't let the knife sever my branches

For without them my will to stand would break.

But please Lord,

Don't let them burn my leaves

For without them I could not stand at all.