The hardwood tree stands tall and strong
The life it's lived is century's long
The massive trunk it yelds to me
And with my hands I craft this tree
I labor and sweat to no end it seems
But at long last I create my dream
A beutiful box that holds nothing
No lid to open just holes and seams
When with a wand I strike this thing
Its voice tones out with life and dreams
A simple sound from its soul of rings
My labor of love has made hardwood sing
I have been a wood worker since childhood and currently build hardwood Tone Boxes.
I am also a poet and combined my skills to create The Box That Holds Nothing.
