Ode to Wood

Ode to Wood

Wood that speaks to the soul. Through woodland ways, a deep aroma drifts. The golden hue of timber in the light, A living memory in carved design, From ancient trunks where towering branches spread, Its quiet beauty, endless to our keep.

In city chambers or deep within the woods.

The grain of timber shapes the light Its fibers carry mysteries that remain untold.

Its knots and twists give character, despite

In polished floors, it mirrors the steps we take, From ancient trunks where sunlight used to play, You gather time within each humble grain, Then give it back in fire’s soft ballet,

Its scent recalls old cabins, fires, Its texture holds the warmth of sunlit days. Both vessel, frame, and silent, steady vein, It lives in craft, in our gaze.

Oh wood, timeless in your humble ways, You frame our lives, yet never seek our praise.

From burning wood comes good charcoal

Forest to flame, it’s all the same wood

The warmth of wood brings life to every

space it touches. A silent witness to the colorful sky. And gathers time in every grain it bears, Of storms and sunlit, fleeting airs.

Fire shape charcoal from wood

Among the woods, a quiet sanctuary Where sunlight threads through leaves in golden flame, Its bark is worn by seasons, Through storms it stands, through drought In a carved design or a simple rustic frame, It lends its warmth to shelter and home Though shaped by hands, it keeps its humble name,

O wood, you hold both strength and quiet grace, A living memory no time can erase.