Board Thread:Lore Texts/@comment-31308946-20170601220451

What are you tree but a mighty stalk? Like the king of botany. All other plants bow down and gawk At the strength and might of thee. And at one time of the long lasting year, A time for plants to rise and sing, When leaves no longer disappear, Is the time of year which we call spring. For up spring saplings trees begat, From the tiny seeds in loam. Oh tree! It is strange to have sat, On the ground which you call home. For trees it seems, would rather be left On their own, without disturbance. Rather than being torn up or cleft, By an axe wielded by servants. That last line isn't the best. Any suggestions? 
 * 1) written by TheSquidychicken
 * 2) author:Anonymous
 * 3) title:The Tree
 * 4) types:ruins
 * 1) types:ruins