As It Should Be

The Wise Woodsman

There’s something about the forest

I love:

Its majesty, its strength, its beauty.

But when the trees

are harvested and taken away;

the forest can’t help,

but weep.

Not from pain or sadness,

not from worry or malice,

but from inner pride.

For its sacred wood

gives worth;

though it be for fire or beam,

to the Woodsman and the world.

As it should be.

                                              -p.o. martig