Secret of the Trees

One day, I woke in darkened wood
Amongst the aged pines I stood
And asked the secret to life so old
Never a tale so fearsome told.

The trees talked back, and grim replied
Not one deceased chose when he died.
Each lay at the mercy of the lumberjack.
Any choice in the matter, they strictly lack
But lay in wait for the cutting day
When each one shall bend and fray.

Such is the fate of all mankind
Though desperately we attempt to rewind.
But all is vain, a fruitless struggle
Though our riches we try to smuggle
Across the bridge of deep divide
Where all must trust that God provide.

Man, like tree, has no escape.
His dainty hands, harsh bound by tape.
Death comes to all, at random time.
No man foresees the death knell's chime.