A Tale Of The Axe Poem by Wolf the poet

There is this story of an axe and the forest
A good story yes, if not the best
Allow me to narrate it with jest
My mind and my soul will now rest
If I get it out of my chest

When we first opened our eyes in this world
We all came alone and so we should pave our own paths
Growth and development will kick in
A dose of education will be instilled in you
Life experiences and various adventures you will endure

Different friends and foes you will encounter
They all come in different hues and faces
Some come to build you up
Others aim at destroying your peace
And leave you tattered and in pieces

One day an axe went to the forest
And the trees were in a joyful mood
You could see smiles in the cracks of the wood
Everything was awesome not bad but good
Why did the trees celebrate?

A rhetorical question with an intention
Because we all know the duties of an axe right
To chop down trees and destroying the forest's beauty and serenity
But why are they celebrating? allow me break it down

The trees saw a lost element come back home
In the form of an axe's handle which is from the tree of course
They are forgetting one thing though
They are blinded not giving attention to the bottom of the handle which is the metal

Now we come to an understanding that the axe is both a tool for construction and destruction
When a person brings you forth to join their family or their close circle
Be the handle and not the metal head
Join them with a good heart
Do not bring them down with prejudices
Aim at bringing the brood together
Do not divide and conquer