The tree stood tall
Like a giant
Never to fall
Only its sight
Filled my frail soul
With acute fright
My hands trembled
On the wood axe
And I stumbled
I had no choice
But to give up
Then came a voice
And strength returned
To my weak arms
Which were sunburned
I struck so hard
Yet the tree stood
Firm and unmarred
I struck harder
But my tale was
Only sadder
In great dismay
I turned my back
To walk away
The voice again
I picked the axe
I felt the strain
The voice's stance
My axe started
To gain entrance
The tree began
To tremble like
A frightened man
My stubborn axe
Melted the tree
Like candle wax
There was a thump
Nothing remained
But the tree's stump
*Moral: Face your challenges, do not give up. You'll overcome
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