In the beginning there is always a book that opens, sometimes even in a bark
If you look good, for a very long time, you can sometimes read what is written, what is inscribed, what is drawn
There are goddesses in Wood, gods, maps and territories, magical stories and legends.....
The territory of the Wood is available to any attentive and benevolent eye
Some imagination provides the ticket that leads to its destination
The small worms of the Wood paint in the inaccessible caves
The discovery of their rock paintings is a great source of joy
It is said that this announces times of peace
In the houses of Wood, other invisible hands trace their epics, their rides
They invite to enter into the kingdom slowly
We are invited to warm up nearby hearth
Between Fire and Wood, a long history of love and death
The warriors of Wood gather around the fireplace to remember their sweet battles
The small worms join them and tell their own stories
But it's still the Gods of Wood that have the last word
To celebrate these meetings, small worms that are up a bit wood scribes get to work and clear the scrolls
Their swirls draw flowers as offerings to the Goddesses of Wood
And the party ends with ritual and magical dances
Ah! Don't say that you see nothing, or you'll upset them!
Come on ! Make an effort, dammit!
Here lil Luke, an assiduous visitor of Wood, like me
He is very very very very shy, and he has accepted with great reluctance that I take this picture of him.
He knows many stories and legends, he is somewhat my guide