"Hobbit Holes in MyWorld" --by RusticWoodArt #66: WoodShop Tales Beyond

….i was younger in those days that are behind,
one worker of wood leaves his shop for open space,
out here i am but the shadow of my own imagination,
my sentiments to those who can-not come out to play….

….two tree’s,
two loner’s,
many sentient’s,
one worker of wood….

….if all my days were filled with such joy,
how could i suffer the contrition of such beauty,
my heart rejoices along the path full-filled out here,
let me sing once more before this shadow passes on….

….can a lover of wood ever see their passion at rest,
can one hewn from trees ever stop hewing the wood,
workshops and tools come and go but trees never fail,
i get lost in the abundance of a forest where i am found….

….two tree’s,
two loner’s,
many sentient’s,
one worker of wood….

….two tree’s upholding each other against wind shear,
two loner’s bracing together from the phantom’s of one,
many sentient’s coming out to dance in a forest’s after-glow,
one worker of wood who has been here before to watch it all….

….forest shadows come now to lengthen upon my brow,
silence passes over-head as my sight in-deed is carven herein,
i am soon enough passed out-of-sight by the shadows of night,
ah yes in-deed a long night ahead back in the glow of my shop….