05-18-2011, 12:00 AM
About a week ago I was at work in the guard shack and a microburst came through. It was the closest I had ever been to being inside a tornado.
It was so windy that I didn't hear the cedar tree about 50 yards away break. It is aromatic cedar, the kind that cedar chests are made of, and very pretty when turned on the lathe. Pink and white inside.
I had the maintenance people cut it into 20" lengths for me. I sealed the ends and will split it later this summer.
I will make Native American style flutes out of it and the beauty and the scent of the cedar and the power of the wind will still be there.
The beauty of the tree will live on in the flutes.
The tornado will live on in the breath of the person playing the flute.
The spirit of the tree and the power of the tornado will live on in the music.
It was so windy that I didn't hear the cedar tree about 50 yards away break. It is aromatic cedar, the kind that cedar chests are made of, and very pretty when turned on the lathe. Pink and white inside.
I had the maintenance people cut it into 20" lengths for me. I sealed the ends and will split it later this summer.
I will make Native American style flutes out of it and the beauty and the scent of the cedar and the power of the wind will still be there.
The beauty of the tree will live on in the flutes.
The tornado will live on in the breath of the person playing the flute.
The spirit of the tree and the power of the tornado will live on in the music.