I Fell a Tree

I Fell a Tree

Wake up in the morning
at the crack of day,
Eat a hearty breakfast
and I’m on my way,
Winding up the mountain
feeling light and free,
Crank up my trusty chainsaw
and I fall a tree.
This will make a two-by-four,
or pulp for paper bag.
Need to thin them now
so the growth doesn’t drag.
Move around the hillside
to an older stand.
Need to do some cleanup
for the betterment of the land.
This beetle-infested tree
had better go to town.
The other trees will be safe
when it is not around.
Work on through the day,
gas up my saw and mow,
I cut out all the sick trees,
leave room for healthy ones to grow.
Late in the afternoon,
I find one straight and tall.
Use all the skill of years
to figure out the fall.
Drop it on the hillside,
it hits it with a thud.
A giant on the ground,
saved right to the bud.
A tree that’s full of service
and ready to be used,
for shelter, bridge, or container,
as the needs of man are proved.
I work on to the evening,
following my Creator’s rules,
Until He calls me home,
and I lay down all my tools.
Then as I stand before my Master
and He asks, “What have you done for Me?”
I’ll stand up among the saints,
and say, “I fell a tree.”