Judit Suszterné Fükő, Bulgárföldi Általános Iskola, Hungary
The prayer of the forest
Wanderer who passes by me, do not raise a hand against me!
I'm the warmth of your stove on cold winter nights
I'm a friendly cover of your porch, in whose shadow
you flee from the blazing sun and my fruit quenches your thirst.
I am the beam that keeps your house, I am the tab of your desk
and I am the bed in which you lie, the plank from which you build your boat.
I'm the door of your house, the cradle tree, the coffin cover.
Wanderer, who passes by me, listen to my request:
Do not hurt me!
(Hannes Tuch)