Question

My heart-strings round thee cling, Close as thy bark, old friend! Here shall the wild-bird sing, And still thy branches bend. Old tree! the storm still brave! And, woodman, leave the spot; While I've a hand to save, Thy ax shall harm it not.

Answer 1

hello friend
nice poem.
Awesome
but what is your question

Answer 2

Woah! That is deep! Nice poem!