The sky was looking pretty cool yesterday and I was taking a country drive back to the office from a town about a half hour away. I stopped and took a quick photo of this tree that seemed to really compliment the sky.
Yesterday in my journal I mentioned climbing trees. Here is a poem I wrote several years ago:
Beneath the heavens,
Yet above the earth,
Lies a tranquil purgatory
Within the sturdy branches
Of a giant shade tree.
Engulfed by the aborescent fortress
And surrounded by living walls,
I become temporarily removed
From the bitter, frightening truths
Of the ground’s distant reality.
The coolness that is radiated
From off the lush green leaves
Which are seen in all directions,
Provides a thick barrier
From the hot and humid summer day.
Above, a canopy of foliage,
Rustling in the mellow breeze,
Protects my delicate skin
From the blistering fireball
A close 94 million miles away.
A tiny bug emerges
From the deep, dark valleys
Of the rugged blistered bark
Only to mysteriously hide again,
Disappearing from human eye.
As I suck in the oxygen-rich air,
A chill rushes up my spine
Leaving my hair standing
On a foundation of goose-bumps,
Reaching for the sky.
Laying on a mattressless, wooden bed
Of branches and twigs and leaves,
I am provided with a comfort
Not given by any Sealy-Posterpedic
Or down-filled pillow.
This rush is almost unreal.
Such a sensation
Of being a billion years away from the world
Only twenty feet below