Tuesday Photo Challenge – Woods

Thanks Frank. This is a remarkable photo and opens up all sorts of ideas!
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By day he stood tall and still, poised and unthreatening, a wonder to behold.
By night, he came alive, the notes of his haunting melody caught on the wind.
He played to his Love, the One who’d ran when he tried to seduce her, the One he hoped he’d gathered in his instrument, a reeded pipe.
He played with his Heart, Body and Soul, trying to allay her fears of him, to tempt her back.
He would not, could not, hurt her, but she hadn’t understood.
In his music, he was not the ugly half beast of legend but beautiful, as much as she.
He was destined to be alone and forever play on silent cloudless starlit nights, yearning for her to hear his calling and come to him.
As the dawn broke, the strains lingered and died as he turned back to stone until the next time.