Man Cut In Wood 2 Comments

Craft the whorled grain that was gnashed apart by other teeth. Feel sorry for the flopping crows, give them work to complete, Transform their dire arc to the ballet of swallows. There is more than wood to this wood: The tender curve of line, the shape traced out, The man is right there with the wood, where else? Were he to drift away, who then would make shapes To teach the eye how wood may remain in the sun? - - - - - - - - Such a wonderful poem on friendship- - - - A true friend is one who gives affection and company and guides you on the right path.His companionship is like warm sunlight that helps to weather a bad weather.