John

Damped trees and misty oaks, the woodpecker in haste
Flew up high, ascending sky, fleeting moments chased

With a smile of glee, it soared, a dance with destiny
Let out a sign pondering life's mystery.

The woodpecker seeks answers, in the forest they hide
Among the ancient whispers, where shadows coincide

In the heart of nature sanctuary, where enigma breathes
He landed in Virginia... For his last leave