From Trees Come Logs


I love trees

Other people
Not so easily

Work to be done
Still no worries

After all travail
Passes the time

From trees come logs
LOG: Stardate Unknown

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on October 23, 2015, in Poetry and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. As I’m reading a few blogs, feeling over whelmed because I want to work on my novel You wrote the words of wisdom I need to hear. My logs are coming.

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