To a Log

Oh beautiful log where are you from
Did you pass through that rainbow cloud in the sky
Did you flow under the moon which sits so high in the sky
Where did your journey begin
From the branch of a tree
Or where you cut free
You sit there now frozen in time
Under the moon and cloud of steam
Both looking so keen
But secretly they envy you
For them time passes rapidly
For you though time passes calmly
Like a leaf spiraling in the wind
And still you sit there frozen until times end





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