The wooden toy

It starts as a seedling
It's now taking its first breathe
It's now woven with air
It's a bit frail at first

They stand tall and proud
Sinking love into the earth
It's soaring in the breeze

It has meaning in the earth
It has a little bit of rough patches but that's just mistakes
it lives on within the fault
It's like a sparrow that's always peaceful, but in times it's angry in the wild storm
But it has a bad hint their is now a cross on the bile of the tree

People have come with weapons, they cut it down, bringing it to a crafting place
They are crafting it, it now is alive in a new form a wooden toy form seeing new things