The Wood Spirit
I believe that all things, living or not have a spirit
Rather it be an dead tree limb or a live oak tree
If you know how to listen, it will let you know it is there
It is like the spirit that will not quit
You never know what you will see
Or what the wood spirit has to share
Early each morning, I like to carve on a piece of wood
Roll a smoke, hot cup of coffee, the sun is just getting out of bed
Not a noise being made, my thoughts are silent
Knife in hand, just me and that old piece of wood
To the spirit, like words are being said
I know that if there is a message it will be sent
Cut a little deeper here and shave a little more there
A little sand paper and a good coat of varnish
It is all very therapeutic to me
Don't need any pills, but at my watch I stare
I know it is almost to the finish
Just thinking, once this was part of an old tree
It is three in the afternoon, I missed breakfast again
I spent the whole day and was not even aware
Just like I was in another world on a visit
But it is not like that I did not win
Carving all day without a care
Knowing tomorrow, again I will spend it with THE WOOD SPIRIT
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