I am the beam that
holds your house,
the board of your table,
the bed on which you lie,
and the timber
that builds your boat.

I am the handle of your hoe,
the door of your homestead,
the wood of your cradle,
and the shell of your coffin.

I am the bread of kindness
and the flower of beauty.

– excerpt from a Portuguese prayer for the trees

Huntington, Long Island
© Jeff Kopito

The full poem can be found here with others…I can’t find the exact origin of the prayer…all help and guidance welcome…