Take a pen and draw a line
on a stem of lonely pine.
 
Taste the bitter of its resin,
rescue it from wooden prison.
 
You are the hero, you are the king!
Resin hardens in a blink...
 
Pen is knife and knife is pain,                        
pointless saddness, needless strain.
 
Take a knife and draw a pine.
Let it flourish. Let it shine.