[Poem] The Carpenter of the Sky

 

High in the branches, sunlight beams,

A crimson crown, a flash of wings,

A carpenter of nature's schemes,

Where every tap a message sings.

 

He chisels holes with practiced ease,

A sculptor crafting perfect round,

His home within the whispering trees,

A haven safe and snugly bound.

 

He gathers bits of leaves and straw,

A cozy nest, a masterpiece,

Where fledglings chirp, and shadows draw,

Protected from the wind's caprice.

 

The woodpecker, a tireless friend,

Who shares his bounty, loud and clear,

A drummer, carpenter, till the end,

His music ringing far and near.