In his workshop, where tools align,
A craftsman's heart, a passion's sign, The woodworker, with hands so deft, Shapes wood and dreams, a world to delve.
With saw and chisel, he guides the grain, A symphony of motion, a rhythmic refrain, From rough-hewn timber to sculpted art, His creations come to life, a beating heart.
The warmth of wood, a natural hue, Embraces his soul, sets his spirit anew, In every curve, in every line, A story untold, a masterpiece entwined.
The woodworker, a master of his craft, Where beauty and function intimately clasp, He breathes life into the silent wood, A legacy of artistry, forever understood.
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