Quiet guardians with scented bark

There is one tree in this forest

That has a scar and a mark

A mark deeper than any on your wrist

A tree that withstood a blow from an axe

A tree who was determined not to fall

It's wood dreaded being made into a cask

So it stood firm and tall

As the axe sank into its 1000 year old wood

Sinking deeper so the tree felt pain

Pain of a kind that feel it you never could

But the tree had withstood generations of rain

And it would stand generations more

The axe could not cut through its skin

It couldn't and could never reach its core

And if you tried to cut it again it would still win

For many Mays has passed since then,

And the tree still stands to this day

The axe has been gone since when,

And the tree is still strong and okay