Sitting under a tree . . .

[dream echo]

I see couples growing older together and sharing values, with love as timeless as trees. Reminiscing and feeling connected to all things.

 

[Phage]

I think about someone who I could enjoy the moment with, I see the natural world in all it's beauty, and I feel moved.

 

[oddgirlout]

When I have the opportunity to sit under a tree...

I look up and see the light trying desperately to find its way through the layers of leaves. I notice the shape of the leaves, the texture, the detail, if its off on its own adventure or grouped together with others and if its a new leave or an old leaf. I think about if the color and notice the contrast between the leaves.

I think of the light and how far it has traveled, the sheer magnificence of it all. How the leaves provide sweet relief from the warm day. I notice the texture of the trunk against my back. Is it tall, thin, smooth or rough to the touch. Can I see myself spreading a blanket out with a good book and hanging out here for a while getting lost? What has this tree seen in its lifetime? Are there any twisted roots snaking their way around warped and waiting to trip me? Will I be able to peer through the leaves and find a puffy white cloud sitting in the sky like it was plucked from my bag of cotton balls?

You know that sort of nonsense...

 

[technics]

I see a wide, deep blue of an ocean and the tiny wrinkles of waves on its glassy surface. The wind stretches from the far hills to my right into the open sea. Everything in view is in its full brightness under the summer sunshine. It is noon, and the small spot of shadow under my tree brings in the fresh wind, but with it also the desire to sleep.

Everything is silent except for the grass whispering behind my back, behind the tree. And the waves seem to be responding in long-winded gushes. In my mind I can hear the voice of someone calling my name.

 

[Kgal]

I see a wide, deep blue of an ocean and the tiny wrinkles of waves on its glassy surface. The wind stretches from the far hills to my right into the open sea. Everything in view is in its full brightness under the summer sunshine. It is noon, and the small spot of shadow under my tree brings in the fresh wind, but with it also the desire to sleep.

Everything is silent except for the grass whispering behind my back, behind the tree. And the waves seem to be responding in long-winded gushes. In my mind I can hear the voice of someone calling my name.

long sigh...

 

[Marigold]

I could not sit so close to a tree without wanting to be touching it... But I feel serenity, detachment, and the slow flow of life in the tree.