Why doesn’t she sing on the majestic hills,
and sway on the bay till time stands still?
Why doesn’t she go the gentle way,
and feed on some easy prey ?
Someone tell the brutal tree,
“It’s time, to bend your knee.”
She takes a peek inside its soul,
Unwraps the mystery, and grabs her goal.
She screams her triumphs with her head held high,
The cosmos always helps those who try.
Oh woodpecker, you carve your name on every skin,
You’re Frail and small but so tough within.
Life is like the arduous tree,
You struggle and hit, till it sets you free.
Speak your mind, be dauntless forever,
Come what may, keep pecking like the woodpecker.
(Art source: google )