Been talking with a couple friends since yesterday regarding this here is a poem I wrote. Seemed fitting to share here.
Is called give thanks
Those who harvest the forest
Be it trees plants animals
Give thanks to them
Whether for art warmth or food
they gave themselves to help us in some way.
Say thanks before hauling them away
bit of respect to the mother goes
a long way
Give thanks
Yes you will see me off in the woods
talking to a tree thanking them for the supplies they offer
Respect them they treat you well
give thanks for the energy they hold
Life in many ways don't just take without a bit of either spoken or silent thanks to what they give.
Give thanks.