The Woodcutter

Woodcutter, he who pays the piper calls the tune

Relieved by visions when nobody seeks him

Ploughman who searches for the same distraction

Dies worn sat beneath a tree

Would you be able to contemplate the trees?

Could you learn what they have to teach?

Don`t you think you`d be learning more the same way I did?

Holy woods fill our woodlands up, our hollow

Provide raw that channels winds into our grooves

Don`t embody the wisdom behind their words

When we speech about winds we don`t read