I seek thee within the mechanical forest.
Thy lair lies guarded by metallic monkeys,
protected by robotic rabbits and bionic bats.
Machinery meets Mother Nature,
and I must best both of them
lest I never meet thee.
once within thy fortress of flowers and firs
we are finally met face to face.
Behold! Thy body of birch, so beautiful.
Thy helmet of hazel, so heavenly.
Thy legs of larch and thy oaken orifices tempt me so.
I stand in amazement as I ponder thy form.
send forth thy gift of leaves,
thy razor-sharp foliage,
to cut me from my reverie.
It pains me so, but I must proceed.
Fear not the flames I send thee,
for they are a symbol of my burning passion.
Artwork courtesy of Jack Teagle.
O Wood Man,
thou art oft maligned and ridiculed
for thy wooden form and thy leafy weapons.
But thou art not universally despised,
for there is one who appreciates thy leafiness.
There is one who adores thy woodiness,
and that lone soul is me.
Wood Man, you give me wood.