1
It never bothers
To wake us up,
But in any weather
And any season,
We open our eyes,
Stretch and yawn, we rise
The moment we see
It is risen.


2
My leaves are white.
They never grow.
And everything
You want to know
Is stored in those
Black marks you see
On every leaf
You find in me.


3
My sharp steel teeth,
In any wood,
For cutting trees
Are very good.
So if you want
To fell a tree,
You'll have to make
Good use of me.