We fell the stately tree
In our brash, unmindful spree
We plane it
Turn it into a door
Or piece it together to form fancy floor
How sad
But have you ever bothered to take a look
At engravings concealed in its nooks and crooks?
They’re embedded deep in this wood-grained art
Forgotten mosaics of some broken heart?
Quirky spirals peering out at you
We silently observe, but still have no clue
These bashful phantoms are everywhere
When we’re tucked into bed
When we’re combing our hair
Also, when sitting upon the throne
In that small little room, quite all alone
But no, we’re not
We're under their spell
Watching and waiting for whom the toll bells
Because that door,
the one we've closed a thousand times before
Is staring us down and now we see
A snarly dragon, a cup of tea
Could it be they’re prodding us
To get off the couch, get off our duff?
Get out of that easy chair
Take head out of book
You have many friends if you’ll only just look
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