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