Tara

8 Humility

1	A great Axeman went in search of a new branch from which to handle his new Axe head.
2	First he came to a grove of Ash and did say: Oh wondrous and mysterious Ash!
3	Grant me a limb from which I may fashion a new handle for my new Axe?
4	The Ash did reply and said: We give no consent unto thee to cut or tear our limbs.
5	Besides, if you desire a timber worthy of your Axe then best it be the Oak.
6	The Axeman did honor the word of the Ash and did not retrieve any branch or limb.
7	Upon coming upon a grove of Oak, the Axeman did say: Oh ancient and fine Oak!
8	They say you are the finest wood from which to fashion a handle worthy of my Axe.
9	The Oak did reply: We respect your words but fear your intent Axeman.
10	Begone! For we do not give you consent to touch our branches or limbs.
11	Besides, if it is the finest wood you seek, then it must be Rose wood.
12	Finally, the Axeman came upon an ancient Grove of Rosewood and did say:
13	Oh mighty Rosewood! Above you there is none. Grant this humble servant but one limb?
14	The Rosewood replied: Truly you have spoken. We are without peer.
15	Thus we grant you this piece and limb you seek.
16	Whereupon the Axeman had it fashioned into the finest handle.
17	A few days later he returned to the grove and leveled the Rosewood.
18	As the final tree was about to fall, he cried out thus: It is a double grief to me,
19	That I should perish not only for my arrogance, but from a weapon fashioned from my own form.