Arborvitae, the tree of life,
Majestic, ancient, wisdom rife.
Its fragrant wood, a gift profound,
Preserves, protects, and stands its ground.

To Native hands, this tree was kin,
A sacred bond, deep roots within.
Its oils they used, its strength revered,
A guardian where threats appeared.

For tools, for homes, for sacred flame,
Arborvitae upheld its name.
Its heartwood strong, immune to time,
Resisting rot, decay, and grime.

With lemon’s zest, it guards and shines,
A polish pure, where beauty aligns.
A spritz to shield from nature’s harms,
A balm to calm with soothing charms.

In forest’s hush, its oils ignite
A tranquil peace, a meditative light.
Its essence speaks of strength and grace,
A timeless guide in life’s vast space.

O tree of life, with branches wide,
Your ancient wisdom will abide.
From Native lands to modern care,
Arborvitae’s gifts are everywhere.