love-and-control

This man gets up early morning,
looks to the woods, breathes deep the breeze.
Woods wish him and he reciprocates
Daily routine starts for him
He goes to the forest collect the woods
That is his work and his bread
He loves the woods yet, he cuts.
Tears roll down over his cheeks,everytime he rises his axe
He loves the woods Yet, he cuts.
That is his work and his bread
Look at the woods
They have no pain or protest!
Man has pain on his work,
he, who controls axe too.
"I don't know, how to conclude
There is someone,who controls all."