[ WP ] everybody on Earth has a tree that represents them . Once that tree dies , that person dies too . You work as a lumberjack .

I cut a tree, 
 
 Somebody died. 
 
 I never knew, 
 
 So I never cried. 
 
 But one night when the moon was out, 
 
 With my shoulders bare and my back stout, 
 
 I minced with my axe a young yew, 
 
 Orphaned birds and woody sinew, 
 
 As I did I felt a tug round my gut, 
 
 My own belly I had somehow cut. 
 
 I collapsed pondering the riddle, 
 
 Of why I suddenly had an emptying middle. 
 
 I stared at the fallen tree, 
 
 And the answer suddenly came to me. 
 
 All those innocents I had sent up coughing, 
 
 So I could build them a sturdy coffin. 
 
 I might have wept, 
 
 I might have sighed. 
 
 Though this is all moot, 
 
 As I had already died.
