Sitting as the cars pass, you wonder, will you ever last? Off in the distance, the green and blue meet, but never touch. With the two giant trees, the sun never breaks through. The swing of life has no end because the trees never bend?
Pausing in the cradle of mankind, allows the shape to blend within the mind. Each day comes anew, but the old, was also once brand-new. Swinging in the breeze, nature effectively guides these words that never rest. The rope expands to accept the body because it has no other course. Sitting as the cars pass, you wonder, will you ever last? Off in the distance, the green and blue meet, but never touch. With the two giant trees, the sun never breaks through. The swing of life has no end because the trees never bend?
Car after car pass these trees, will they ever recognize what should be? With the power of the sun, can the darkness disappear? What greater force is there to fear? Each day comes anew. Here I sit or swing, what has changed in the scheme of things? Rest has long been overdue and feeling no stress allows a new calm that will aid in the long process to rejuvenate.
We all can learn from what we articulate, it is never too late. A shadow is cast between two massive trees, but the sun sometimes shines in between. You wonder how that can be. Then you learn that the shadow of the sun guides this pen. In life and soul we are one, like daytime and the sun. So I swing and rest, time is passing. We live within the power of this radiant energy. The breeze feels good, icy, or humid, it does not matter.
Two white chairs are next to me, no one sitting but should there be? Why were they painted white? Why not black or brown? Or could it be, white makes it easy to be free? As the bark reaches around a tree, life reaching out for me, but with the breeze coming through the net made of rope, no sound could be heard. The mesh swings through time, that we gladly call our prime. While a dark cloud hovers near by, covering what is yours or is it mine? You ask yourself, why can't it remain bright and free, just for you and me? Sitting in the summer breeze, hidden between two trees, I wonder why, I am as lucky as the wind?
Some interesting observations while looking at this photograph of a hammock placed between two massive trees. If you actually hang out at the spot, you truly are lucky, indeed.
Hearts of Gold
Synopsis
by
Frank P. Whyte
Portland, Oregon is known as the City of Roses. Of course that’s an odd name for a city whose mere mention conjures images of driving winds and torrential ra
In a post-coup America, an Illinois farm boy is drawn into the resistance by his brother's death. Captured, he is given a choice: betray his friends, or the girl he loves will be lobotomized.
Pausing in the cradle of mankind, allows the shape to blend within the mind. Each day comes anew, but the old, was also once brand-new. Swinging in the breeze, nature effectively guides these words that never rest. The rope expands to accept the body because it has no other course. Sitting as the cars pass, you wonder, will you ever last? Off in the distance, the green and blue meet, but never touch. With the two giant trees, the sun never breaks through. The swing of life has no end because the trees never bend?
