19 Dec Ode To Wood

Knotted wood with odd streaks of brown hue,

useful for many a thing to do.

Building a desk, feeding a fire;

so many possibilities, one can never tire.

While its static form seems not to change,

what happens below its surface is beyond imagination’s range:

The atoms are dancing to the music of electrons

as compounds are mating as they have for eons.

The wood is never in a state of pause,

it’s a marvel beyond words and without flaws.