The Best One

See my dear men I lie here as a wind fallen tree My roots are destroyed and broken almost Just like your own limbs that damaged I couldn't withstand the pressures of wind Here in a moment I fell down to the earth I have not cried, or feared the death I know one day I have to pass the world for ever Most of the time the cause was your own ax Here the wind done a wonderful act on me I slowly took positions to withstand Unfortunate the misdeed you committed on earth That made me in accident in undue time Otherwise I could have lived for a long period The earth under me were washed somehow Your own pick axes made me in danger Hope you will learn your own lesson at least now Tree is your friend always and every time.