Have A Seat Poem by Ima Ryma

A thousand years here I have stood,
A towering, well rooted tree.
Lots of humans just think of wood,
Buildings and chairs, when they see me.
I'm now protected in a park.
These humans have to look elsewhere.
No axe or saw should cut my bark.
So I'm okay when I do share
My time and place with humans who
Come and sit on me for a time.
Just chilling out, some humans do,
Some more rambunctious try to climb.

I hope humans find me of use
When being with me, a live spruce.