Good Wood

The tree that never had to fight
For sun and sky and air and light
But stood out in the open plain
And always got its share of rain
Never became a forest king
But lived and died a scubby thing

The man who never had to toil
To gain and farm his patch of soil
Who never had to win his share
Of sun and sky and light and air
Never became a manly man
But lived and died as he began

Good wood does not grow with ease
The stronger winds the stronger trees
The further sky the greater length
The more the storm the more the strength
By sun and cold and rain
In trees and men good timber grow

Where thickest lies the forest growth
We find the patriarchs of both
And they hold counsel with the stars
Whose broken branches show the scars
Of many winds and much of strife
This is the common law of life

- Nirmohi