Beyond the shearing of wood
Beyond the cleaving in twain
Lies a universe engrained
On planes split apart evenly
If in the realm of perfection
Though roughed if knot
The structure of the medium
Gives it strength cellular
That renders predictable notions
Pandering all that is
The natural path of organization
Mediating measures uniformally
A mundane task of the day
An epiphany of thought
Insights of the natural design
Ringed in experience of years
Aged wisdom and strength
Redeemed in chopping wood