Most folks know that timber has bark but few contemplate its bite.
Lumberjacks very survival depends on their implicit understanding of the power of wood and like their native cohorts who adoringly harvested the forest for many eons before them, they so deeply revere their provider that special plans are always assembled to ensure proper containment of the incredible and often unpredictable forces
about to be unleashed. These plans address in depth the safety of every
reaper and in the early native’s case also accounted for the soul of the
target which compelled all participants to glorify a particular tree
with much fuss, pomp and ceremony and then at the height
of their worshiping to scoot without warning directly to
a nearby tree which would swiftly be cut down. Of
course, every other proximate tree pal in the
immediate forest fainted but once the
adeptly handled birthing process
was concluded, the very tree
which had been spared
will be instrumental
in cheering its neighbors who soon want more timber time.
Thank you, friend.