Today Is a Good Day To Woodwork
Today is a good day to woodwork
Silent as an white birch I knew its way
Along a narrow road, the field and wood
I found I had a tree beside the brook.
Every tree turned to one place from that night.
It looked a narrow choice of the tree kind.
Upon a cloud the slender birch was guessin,
Bearing a farm it knew in every coal.
We tended to the dew and looked at it.
