God held out his hand

And in his palm you see,

A tiny little seedling

That would grow to a tree.

He sowed it into ground

It was nurtured every day,

The sun helped make it grow

Man then came its way.

The tree stood all alone

But fruit it did not bear,

Man used tree for firewood

No longer tree was there.

From the tree a seedling

Fell down to the ground,

It grew producing fruit

This is what man found.

Tree was then protected

No longer mind was hollow,

He learned by his mistake

And chose new path to follow.