White Tree, Black Woods by Kevin Hait

As a child walking through these woods so bare,

A friendly tree held out a friendly stem.
And in its knots saw me a friendly stare
And I, I took the both and I held them.
And to me, unused to light in the dark
Seemed it cause for fear, I its chosen prey.
Naught saw I but the putrid oaken bark,
And in my dark fear I dared not to stay.
And when I came back, I saw the knot-tears.
And saw I did the light the tree did shine.
And thus I ended my senseless fears.
For in this wandring, Id found what was mine.
The dark of the world shall the soft light end.
If ever a man should reach out for Friend.