Wood, a metaphor

 When walking in the forest I ponder wood

The master woodworkers have the ability to see the beauty others do not. 

With sharp tools and eyes  the potential is made real.

Wood all ways has another act to play. 

It can be reclaimed from a scrap pile, refinished, remade, transformed 

into some thing greater than it was
before. 

 Working with wood gives me hope that tomorrow will be better than yesterday. 

That while the past can not be forgotten it can be transformed into something beautiful.

At last when all that is left is to burn it.

Wood  can bring people together around a warming fire. 

Yet wood is not done,

It still has another act left to play. 

It's ashes can balance garden soil 

and thereby feed people that never saw its glory days.

Sometimes I ponder such things,