Giving Tree

In the cold, I will give you my wool.

In the dark, I will give you my light.

In the heat, I will give you my cool.

In the day, I will give you my night.

In the loss, I will give you my gain.

In the rush, I will give you all my time.

Where it hangs ready and ripe on the vine,

I bear my fruit for you to eat.

Whatever you ask, I shall do, no matter how sublime.

I am captive, a butterfly caught in your net.

I am yours.