Voice of a cutting tree

Hey man! Why am i being put to death?
Don't you know I'm responsible for your breath?
I have served you in many ways,
Just try to remind your previous days.
When you were coming from a distant place,
My shadow had charmed you in its space.
Don't forget you can't think of grain,
If I do not bring out the rain.
From the cloth that you use to wear,
To the stick that old need to rear.
All these can't be possible,
If I am not the responsible.
Oh man! Explain me the cause of my distortion,
I would be silent after your exposition.

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