The truth of a piece of wood

What does a piece of wood say
to you this day
It sais to me in earnesty
That it will be a guitar saddle
But not in such words
Not that I heard
What does a tree say
When someone slays it
And lays it down
on the cold cold ground
Something dead and no longer true
The warp is in the one that slew
And the twisting of a mind
in to a pretzel
Death you find at the cost
For a life lost The robbing of a soul
of its endeavor
The end