A vision of loveliness emerging from wood Her face invisible beneath the red hood A sign of hope...of an answer to prayer Or is it just a stain that somehow got there?
No carving needs be done to this vision so rare No whittling to design the clothes that she wears From the mist she emerges in a warm flowing gown Surrounded by wood in soft shades of brown
This image will be preserved for others to see And give their opinion of what it may be But the woodworker who found her always will see A lady from the mist that once was a tree.