Soft Fragments

Sawdust swirls like whispers, a cloud of the past,

lingering moments in grain, they’re molded to last.

Each particle speaks of a story once told,

a dance of creation, both timid and bold.

Fingers trace patterns, the warmth of the wood,

reminders of crafting, where silence once stood.

The beauty in fragments, the scars that we bear,

remind us of labor, and life’s gentle care.