There lies before me, a piece of a tree
And as I sit in quiet contemplation
I wonder what you would like to be
And as I wait for the wood to speak
Not looking for a revelation
Hoping only for imaginations peek
And as I hold my simple chisel
Not quite ready for that touch
My imagination, about to sizzle
As I begin to see what lies within
Ready to be released
The time has almost come to begin
And so I place my tool upon the wood
And make a sharp caress
This is the part that feels most good
And after many sharp caresses to this tree
I get the revelation
And I see, just what it wanted to be
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