The sculptor picked out a large log

People gathered to watch him work

He sat the log up vertical on a stand

Clamping it then walking around staring at it intensely

He picked up a chainsaw

It was soon buzzing loudly

Wood chips started to fly

Rough shapes appeared under the bark

He stood back and studied the wood some more

The crowd started guessing what the final shape would be

He picked out a large chisel and a hammer

Slicing slivers from every part of the rough raw timber

Pausing occasionally to examine the wood

Running his hands over the surface with closed eyes

Then taking a smaller chisel to work more

The pile of wood chips on the floor grew bigger

Somebody in the crowd shouted out

I can see two people emerging

Locked in a loving embrace

The sculptor was unmoved and stone faced

He worked with smaller chisels 

Revealing every detail of their arms hands and fingers

Two faces appeared locked together in a kiss

More cutting and sanding revealed their smooth skin

He stood back to admire the finished work

The lifelike figures were perfect from every angle

He asked the crowd what feelings they had now

Love-peace-serenity-togetherness were shouted out

Somebody asked him to explain his technique

Transforming a rough sawn log into a beautiful statue

He rubbed his chin while considering the question

They were always inside that log he said – all I do is cut away the excess