Surely there's someone in this community who can confirm the origins, and maybe even give us more detail.
Prayer of the Woods
I am the heat of your hearth on cold winter nights, The friendly shade from the summer sun, and my fruits are refreshing draughts quenching your thirst as you journey on.
I am the beam that holds your house, and the board of your table. The bed on which you lie, and the timber that builds your boat.
I am the handle of your hoe. The door of your homestead, the wood of your cradle and the shell of your coffin.
I am the bread of kindness and the flower of beauty. Ye who pass by, listen to my prayer: Harm me not.