The story began in a dense green grove
Where birds and flowers a beauty wove.
And deep at its heart, the three trees grew.
Between the woods and the sky so blue.
Two of the trees were stout and strong.
The third was slender, its trunk was long.
Now each of these trees had a wish unique.
These alone did the three trees seek.
The first of the trees wished to be a chest
In which the King would set his wealth to rest.
The second, to make a stately bed,
On which the King would lay his head.
The third was lowly, slender, and thin:
Unfit to serve a king.
Yet this young sapling one thing desired:
To be a ladder it aspired.
And yet the days came, passed, and went:
The time in the grove expectantly spent.
Till one day there came a lumberjack,
His mighty arm wielded saw and axe,
Till all three trees, with a mighty rush,
Fell prone to the ground among the bush.
"The time has come," they thought, "for me,
To be now what I wanted to be."
And saying goodbye to bird and bee,
They went to meet their destiny.
They were bundled up to be sawn to planks
And sent to a carpenter's wooden banks.
The first two yielded planks right broad,
But the third was but a wooden rod.
The sawyer grumbled, "This is good for nought."
Yet of it sawed poles, one long, one short.
The first of the trees was sent to a farm,
And there a farmer stretched out his arm
To nail the tree into a box to hold,
The feed for his cattle in the evenings cold.
The tree was disappointed sore:
The stink of the dung and straw it bore.
So much for its dream of holding wealth:
A severe stroke to it was dealt.
The second tree - well, it was bought
By a fisherman, to make a boat.
"Oh, no!" exclaimed the furious tree.
"This just can't be meant for me!
"The salty sea is not my place,
But an ornate bed of silk and lace!"
And so passed the weary years,
With their worries, hopes, and fears
Till a man and his humble wife
Came to lay their Child one day,
In that stable rested Life,
Dreaming sweetly as He lay.
But when that Baby to manhood grew,
He taught some men, and children too
And when the lovely day was old,
He laid him down in the fish-boat's hold.
Proud was the boat as it crossed the lake.
A treasure chest it had hoped to make,
But nought as great had the world at best,
Than the Life that lay down in that boat to rest.
But the third of the trees was left in the dark,
Shuddering lest termites gnaw its bark.
To find a use for it no one could:
No craftsman chose its slender wood.
Long, oh long, it had to wait
Lying in the storehouse, cursing its fate.
But then one day a soldier strode
Into the woodman's humble abode,
He barked, "Some wood, as fast as you can,
"I execute today a man. "
The woodman said, "Oh, soldier great,
"What woe that you should come so late!
"I have but a log or two with me,
"The worst that came from hardwood tree."
The soldier roared, "Well, bring it out!
"I don't care what you blabber about,
"I'll make do with rotten lumps,
"But I want them quick, so stir your stumps!"
The poor tree trembled at the soldier's wrath,
"I won't be made a tool of death!"
But it was seized, and with nails combined,
"Oh no, oh no!" the tree now whined.
But when the tortured Man then died,
That humble tree was satisfied.
"I wished to be a ladder for men,
"But I've been used as a ladder to Heaven!
"Though weak and useless I would seem,
"My end is far beyond my dream!"
Now comes the end to this noble tale,
As we look on Him they did impale
The moral herewith comes to light:
That Child and Man was Jesus Christ.
The Lord their wishes did not fufill,
But He granted them their heart's true will.
If dreams and fancies you fain would keep
Seem unfulfilled and buried deep,
God will use you in His way,
Your dreams will come to life one day.