Stack of wood

There's this
stack of wood
over there
I like to look at
get lost in
with its browns, and hues
and round and rounds
Put together, just so
meeting some purpose
use
And I, I can't help
but think
That's me
That's them, my friends
That's us
I'm like that stacked wood
put up, there
People are like that
pile of shapes
yet round or so
It's me
It's us
And I get lost
in a comfort of uses
Wooden variance, and hues