Wood

Trunk of the tree in ragged bark 
told the imprint of the human hand. 
The leaves changed color to gradually 
the roots of the tree data reported 
the approaching autumn. 
Wood was in need of tender loving people 
to hug the body, 
the bark tearing it were an abomination. 

In the wood was a human heart, 
and the soul of it was waiting for something, dreaming, 
Peace, far-off moment a serene, 
the hands of tender bark of a breach of the trip 
above, which would improve the embrace of the world.