Carpenter

Before the night paints the world dark Daylight surrenders to the evening and fades A carpenter digs through the dead tree’s bark Before nightfall a hole has to be made. A hole has to be made before nightfall There isn’t any place else he could stay Since he can’t make the night stall He must fast dig the passageway. He must fast dig the passageway Make for him a warm space Till the sun gifts him another day He once more gets back his happiness. He once more gets back his happiness The thought drives him in the cold night It’s enough if he can just dig a warm space To hold on patiently for daylight. He must hold on patiently for daylight A rewarding time until dawns darkness A warm space he must dig for the night Therein lies the woodpecker’s happiness.