I do not know?
Of grass and knowing
Of trees and green things
Of TRESSES that flow.
Of knowledge that's both of wisdom and growth
That some existances are known of wisdom are meant for the mind and
Other KNOWING was meant for a different kind. There is a knowing we
Do not understand.
Being of feeling
Being of KINGS when
Being is knowing
Being is being is being
Being have more than meaning
Being is thinking
Real thinking is linked in to those who have light of life is right.
Being is beginning LOOK THERE beginning has begun. Of clear CONSCIOUSNESS.
FOCUS ON ONE.
Open books have knowledge. Open the mind obtain wisdom.
Why aren’t we happy?
What is it in the most of us?
We are not how we should be
We should be like a singing bird
Who boldly, in the trees
Sings his song when fear is done
His life just flows along
He only knows the dance of life
So he just sings his song.
And yet we humans live our lives
Enfolded in our fears
Glorifying in the sad
And making this quite clear
As we always speak of doom and gloom
And watch it on TV
And always live our lives in fear
Is this the way it should be?
If only each would take a look
And see just what we be
We never see the flowers grow
Or let our hearts be free
Maybe it’s time to see the truth
Of what this life could be
If we look at life without the fear
And live with mystery.
6 August 2013 @ 1908hrs.
Blue or green?
The color of the sea,
Going up and down the waves,
To be my unexpected mood,
Sweet or sour the feeling of me.
The question of my mind hitting it through the divine,
The passion of art inside a deep mind,
With full of imaginations,
Hitting me through left and right.
Perspective comes along with me,
Seeing it in my mind,
Looking at the blank paper,
My emotions run down the pages,
Forgetting my visions along,
Looking down on paper,
Loosing my focus ,
Is getting hard to draw.
Speaking with my wild heart wide open,
Thinking of the world we live in today,
Standing amongst the people not knowing what to say,
Hearing the music flowing into my ears,
Beating myself inside these walls of hate,
Wanting my eyes to cry with full of tears,
Hating to be on this earth,
Seeing people fade away,
Sinking through lies in my face,
Stabbing me in the back when I need them the most,
Seeing people with unwanted faith through their eyes,
Anger comes my way,
Looking down at the world with full of questions in my head,
Going crazy with frustration and confusion of me questioning God,
Deep inside my heart is burning with poison,
Is breaking me apart like glass,
At peace without a path in mind,
Falling down somewhere here that I never belong,
I'm not perfect yet,
I like to lead not to follow others.
Life is like a tree that grows inside me,
Leafs on the tree come and go like people in my life,
Taking the road of life,
Things can change in a minute,
When I look away,
My goals would fade away,
Going back letting noting stand on my way,
Trying harder to focus on my goals,
Looking around with a smile on,
Reaching my goals slowly without a distraction.
The tree outside the window was bare,
its branches black thrust through the air,
like a nightmare in daylight lingers,
its branches resembled evil fingers.
The sky behind was stony gray,
it looked like it might rain that day,
I briefly wondered why I'd woke,
sat up in bed and lit a smoke.
So quiet is it by the lake!
My ears felt hollow, began to ache,
a city girl, I'm used to sound,
the ambient noise of a busy town.
What if I'd turned the TV on,
would the vacuum inside the room be gone?
The cat, I noted, was fast asleep,
a lump beneath the quilts and sheet.
I glanced again at the blank TV,
then looked once more at the skeletal tree,
it seemed to sigh as if forlorn,
just waiting for Spring to be reborn.
For a moment, I just sat and stared,
the sky so gray, the tree so bare,
stark silhouette of black on gray,
the tomb-like silence where I lay.
These turned my mind to darker things,
my boring job, the fatigue it brings,
scattered off-days wasted sleeping,
life-force through my fingers seeping.
Sleep all day and work all night,
wonder if there's an end in sight,
keep a brave face so they won't see
how this schedule's killing me.
Just then I saw a flash of red,
though depressed, I raised my head,
A cardinal sat and cocked his head,
the black, the gray, the brilliant red.
I see the beauty in the starkness,
a flash of hope among the darkness,
this perfect scene a gift to me,
the genius, its simplicity.
And as I felt my depression lift,
God granted me another gift.
He knew just how to ease my woes,
before my eyes, it began to snow.
It's snowed so rarely in my life,
each memory's sharper than a knife,
the cardinal flutters in the tree,
and shakes me from my reverie.
The magic of life is quiet and subtle,
the bud of a rose, a mirror-like puddle,
the magic is there if you let yourself see,
like the snow swirling 'round the bird in the tree.
Standing out in a field alone, a little white flower named Daisy longed for someone to share her world.
One day a blue flower named Bachelor Button entered her world they became friends.
She knew by his name that he was not the propagating kind, but that didn’t stop their relationship she called him BB short for best bud.
The seasons of Spring & Summer they enjoyed the sun, laughed in the rain and held on fast in the Fall.
Winter came it was long and hard they were both covered in a blanket of snow, not knowing whether they would ever see each other again or even survive .The snow fell then came the ice, this went on for months.
The Sun shone brightly the first day of spring. A few days later warmth of the sun melted the snow, Daisy popped up .
I’ve been waiting days for you to come out, said BB, they both chanted hooray!
The snow was completely gone in a few days, the birds started building their nests , bugs were crawling around ,butterflies began to visit the two flowers. I wish there were more of us Daisy said, to BB.
They laughed as the sun and wind blew through their leaves. Then it started the sun and rain took turns until one morning the air & field was filled with the smell of flowers.
Daisy and BB looked at each other and asked what kind of flowers are these ? they’re not white like daisies they’re not blue like bachelor buttons. They did not know the birds and bugs carried the seeds from the two of them and the caterpillars buried them under the soil.
The seeds from the new flowers were then carried by the winds many miles away, they landed in fertilized gardens and flourished, although they faced danger everyday.
as they were called WEEDS ..
The Gardener pulls weeds out of the garden so they don’t choke the flowers, which cost a lot of money and require lots of maintenance.
However there was a Gardener who saw her friends spending hours weeding their garden , that they didn’t have enough time to admire and enjoy the labors of their love
So she set out to give a home to all the weeds ,she provided a place where they could fit in and multiply, they required no maintenance, rain provides their water .
The best part of all is their beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
Ask my granddaughter-- What are those flowers in the garden ?
She will answer "WILDFLOWERS " their parents were Daisy and BB
TRIMMING THE TREE
Once a year across the land
A festive time is carefully planned
Part of this time just has to be
The anticipation of trimming the tree
It's always fun to shop and choose
Exactly the tree you wish to use
You take it home and once it's there
You decorate it with loving care
Special ornaments bring great delight
When placed on the tree to reflect the light
Each handmade by a tiny tot
Placed on the tree in a special spot
Kept and cared for all these years
Now hung with memories that bring on tears
You think of Christmases long since past
And marvel that time can move so fast
Those tiny tots now grown and gone
Will soon have children of their own
To teach how special it can be
When the time has come to trim the tree
Letting my eyes look within
‘I am here, I am me’ I state every day
Though I play with the words just a bit
yet always the message it be just the same
There really is no doubt about it
I am trying to enter the essence of me
I’m letting my eyes look within
I go to my center and look at my source
That space far away from the din.
Been doing this thing for just gone four years
And I’m feeling the changes that come
My mind be more mellow, and life feels real good
And the anger, it seems has gone dumb
Little things that mattered don’t matter no more
I care not who’s wrong or who’s right
I look at my me ness and find me the force
Of all of life’s wondrous delight.
I am here, I am me, these words I do state
And this it be my daily song
As I let the mind seek the source of itself
And feel myself truly belong
To the stars and the trees and the whole Universe
As I realize, everything’s me
I just want to be Mr natural man
I just want my mind to be free.
The pain I put in the ground.
For such a precious thing.
The family enjoys their meal.
They plant their leftover kernels.
And wait for me to tend to them.
An endless cycle in which happiness is born.
21 February 2013
'Baby, you taste like chocolate,
You and me we'd make a great rhyming couplet.
A.K.A a grinding couplet.'
'You can get on top of me like enjambment.'
'I can show you some wild imagery,
Me on you, you on me.'
'Metaphor stands for meet-at-four,
We'll get it on till the break of dawn.'
'Damn, could you BE anymore sexual?' -an example of a rhetorical question you could include...
'S-s-s-s-s-SEX!'- an example of sibilance you could use (and probably will).
'Annotate me honey, and together we can achieve a deeper meaning.'
What can a man do
To plant a seed in the ground
So strong a tree grows
A traveler has traveled far and wide,
Lost in the plains of yellow flowers and Poppies
He saw the tree that stood
An Oak tree it was, with stream of water from underneath.
A reflection of his image he saw,
A fallacy he denied.
Like a fool he talk to trees and skies
The west wind blew and his heart felt
Heard his name sorrow, thus the wind Whispers
“A man is weight by the sorrow in his heart”
Thirsty, he drank from the stream.
Bitter it was, but the stream was as clear as the sea
An epiphany he had, the taste of bitterness,
Was from his heart, the taste of sorrow.
Green grass withered and the sun died,
Illuminated by the night skies;
He mocks the heavens
And he curses the ground.
The heaven cried out,
“Man is imprisoned in the passage of time”
The stars died too
The stream dried out and came a man
“I am thy sorrow, thy need, thy fallacy”.
“I live in denial, for I know not the man I see,
I know not of my weight, my sorrows”
“The yolk of life that I carry has undone me”
“Emptiness in a man’s heart is the presences of grief
Atlas! How well did my heart grief” said he
“How well did my heart swallowe’d”
Darkness came over the plain,
the beauty was shunt from man.
A voice he heard,"nature of man is beautiful and deceitful"
Dawn came, blissful, as the early birds began to sing
the dew drops that fell on the grass, illuminated the plains
his heart was filled with tears of truth.
Your sons and daughters have gathered
Under the great odum tree
We have come to offer the fruits of our lips
Can you hear the rhythmic tunes of the xylophone?
Can you hear the vibrations from the flutes?
Can you hear the sounds of our melody?
We are the children of your great heritage
We are the children of your great tribe
The tribe our ancestors gave us
The tribe that is not complete without
Its mortar and pistil
We are under the great odum tree
The tree that stands between our two tribes
The tree that gave our posterities life
Your kings are here
Your elders are here
Your children are here
Awake! And listen to our great melody.
The symphony of dawn
Have you ever had a day?
When filled with energy
Your mind just wants to spread delight
And your heart is filled with glee
When your happiness just touches folk
Cause, they can see you glow
Have you ever felt a time?
When only love can flow.
Have you ever had a day?
When the whole world seems to glow
Have you ever watched the dawn?
Or watched the morning show
Have you sat there near a fountain?
And heard the magic sound
As it bubbles out its crystal song
And fills the air around.
Have you watched the morning breeze?
On a soft, sweet summers day
As all the many branches dance
In a lovely kind of way
The sun lends them so many colors
At the hazy birth of morn
Have you felt that morning feeling?
It’s the symphony of dawn.
16 September 2013 @ 1209hrs.
Through that door
As the Sun crashed through my window
As the birds awoke the dawn
My mind made new by daybreak
It became the day reborn.
And a whisper stirred within me
From my heart arose these words
“Go through that door to the other side
Then you’ll “hear” these blessed birds”.
And those trees did softly rustle
In the early morning breeze.
And I became the morning
and the breeze that moved these trees
And the whisper softly told me
As the dawn it beckoned me
“Go through that door to the other side
Then you’ll dance just like those trees”.
Through that door, through that door
Go through that door beyond.
Just keep on moving to the other side
Let the shadows all be gone.
That door seemed so elusive
When I sought it with my mind
Then the whisper seemed to tell me
Just leave your mind behind
Then I felt the sweetest music
As the trees they shone so bright
And as I wandered through that door
I felt such sweet delight
Do you ever watch little birds in a tree on your front lawn?
They rise early, stretching, shaking, chirping right at the break of dawn.
They are soon to be going out looking for their food for the day.
It’s like they gather to talk about day. Make a plan, and they are on their way.
I’ve watched those small fat sparrows, one male with red breasted colors, start their day.
Seeing that I’ve been awaken way before them I marvel at their precision time as they fly away.
They have their babies in the nest outside in the bush in my yard.
I realize their protection love and bondage their caring ways for their young, who they fiercely guard.
Special, yes, it’s truly sad that creatures that live in this tree live by instinct are smarter than men.
Men; where war is a happenstance for greed, maliciousness, man’s total misunderstanding this is a sin.
The fat bellied sparrows knows not nuclear bombs, knows not killing for gain; So it’s clear to me in then the birds will win.
As the horsemen are riding, here in the end is the end of an age the fat bellied sparrows live in the tree in harmony.
I look at this family this fat bellied sparrows community, and see God’s gift to them, they not man’s terrible destiny.
Are we awake or are we still sleeping?
Blind to the hurt, and deaf to the weeping.
Ashamed of religion and supportive of the new,
Aware of the lies and hidden from what’s true.
Worship the evil and turn away the pure,
Developing disease with an unknown cure.
Starving the poor and overfeeding the wealthy.
Killing the sick and drugging the healthy.
Going to war for some kind of power,
Building tall structures over all types of flower.
Cutting the trees and polluting the air,
All out of greed, with no sort of care.
Turning us against our own,
And help from up above.
Making us beings of hate,
Instead of ones of love.
Demonizing the mystic,
Criticizing the wise.
Making our own family members,
Into people that we despise.
Awaken to the torment,
Be aware of all the pain.
Those who are misleading,
And claiming that we are insane.
I do not know?
Today I saw a tree trunk,
Growing through a fence.
Metal bars pierced, as it grew,
It almost didn’t make sense.
Sap oozed out its flesh,
Where the spike had bored.
Victim of its own success,
As if it had fell upon its sword.
I wondered if the tree was wise,
That growing meant having to agonize.
The tree didn’t seem to mind though,
As it stretched toward the rainbow..
Do you think this world needs some mending? Anger, vice, hate abounds.
Take a good look, wars, killing, famine, and diseases pestilence, all around.
What this world needs is love, something man will never know.
Carnal selfish man wanting what he knows not, getting through life somehow.
Our Father long ago scattered men to the far ends of this earth, confusing men and languages.
The thing that men forget? It’s the Father, He has the final say, all the rest is gibberish.
The Eternal stands above and observes His creation, the fallen man.
God the Father in His infinite wisdom experimented with carnal man, gave him choices, Understand?
With His choice Adam ate from the tree of knowledge not the tree of life.
Adam, in his carnal mind wanted what God had the tree of knowledge, the serpent tricked the wife.
Willy, deceitful, evil Spirit one that sinned in His vanity, was cast to this earth.
Waiting treacherously for Eve to make Adam make the choice, God knew this was going to happen even before Adam’s birth.
The Holy Bible, God’s plan, His mystery reveals that’s so, God wanted Adam’s obedience and His love.
A gift, the tree of life the way to true happiness, from God above.
You can’t have lukewarm faith, like Adam’s, remembering God’s plan is for us to enter the Kingdom it’s our choice.
The Supreme One God, a patient tolerant loving Spiritual Father, He wants your Spiritual happiness and voice.
Adam by choice failed so his children were doomed to physical, emotional, ailing, sickness and death.
God made us in His image He put in Adam a special place, gave him life and his first breath.
Our Father is everywhere He gives His love to whomever he chooses, now, you as a part of that seed, what will you do?
Make worldly things important, or take heed and make the choice to obey God’s laws and return to the Kingdom that the Father has made for me and you?
Our Father the true God of this universe, His “Word” has stood the test of time,
To obey the deceiver of men and his fallen angels is the real crime.
Jesus had the choice, and He died for our sins and stood spiritually strong.
Our Father, The Holy Spirit, and Jesus are there for us, He wants to be obeyed and keep us safe and spiritually strong.
I climbed a tall tree one day when I was young
Walked out on a branch while staring at the sun
Holding onto some limbs I started to bounce up and down
Not thinking about the fact that I was twenty feet from the ground
So I closed my eyes to really enjoy this new found fun
With the warmth on my face of the early morning sun
I started thinking about God and perhaps he would allow me to fly
So I let go of the limbs I was hanging onto at both sides
For a moment I felt a strong embrace that filled me with his love
Then down out of the tree to the ground I fell with a thud
Everything on my left side was now on my right
And I carried this pain with me all through that night
I will never forget that day I truely believed I could fly
And how thankful to God that I am still alive
Because sin death entered in is for sure a marry heart does good like a cure Good news for men like a new leaf fallen from a tree now a dying spirit a fading leaf the Glorious cross a promise kept from the time Eve wept He is our life from Adam to the One healing enter in the only begotten Son dwelling in the Light only He is He was and is to come The only wise true Living God conquerer of all evil the Amen It is done "The first and the last, which was dead, and is alive" Heals by believing He forgiveth all your sins heals all you diseases His grace keeps us from plagues those written and those not as far as east to west the Lamb of God the Lamb without spot has taking away our sins with the shedding of His blood Writes His laws on upon our hearts our sins remembering not The sins of all He bore upon the tree causing are sins to return unto thee Rose again on third day the Justified doing away with our body of sin and death all points as we yet He is without sin pleading to the sinners enter in the Day spring on High the True Prophet Priest and King Here is wisdom Honor Jesus Lord of lords King of kings the Lord our God King Garments of praise alpha and omega the first the Last the same Granting repentance forgiveness of your sins in Your name The Lord Jesus The name above all names our all in all our sins separated us from Him that giveth Life to all Now by faith we have been grafted in Jesus the tree of life Us with His own self He adorned clothing us in righteousness and salvation Lambs wife married none other than Jesus our great physician
When I was a child I climbed the tallest tree that I could find
To see all the beauties that GOD left behind.
I’ve never been to any snow capped mountain
Or ever climbed the highest peak
But he shows me words and lays them at my feet.
I see the baseball field where my friends and I would play
And I see the patch of grass where my head would lay.
I see myself laying there as the world passes by
Counting every cloud that’s high up in the sky.
I feel the summer breeze as it passes through my hair
Ever so gentle- much more than I could bare.
I climbed up higher at least sixty feet above the ground
Just so I could hear all those familiar sounds.
The birds singing tunes to delight the ears
Wiping away all those childish fears.
I gazed across the park taking in all the sights
Watching younger children in the sprinklers
Jumping with delight.
I felt myself getting light headed, but not because of the height
But because of the words which I knew I could not fight.
So I climbed down from the tree , and said a little prayer
For the words he had given me
I knew that I must share.
This was my first inkling for what was in store for me
That was when I knew- I had to write poetry.
© L. RAMS
Happy Santa Day
Here’s my short list of desires
I wish complete peace
My wish came true this very morn
My tree held exquisite cross
My second wish now
No more greed upon the earth
At the stroke of noon
Golden abyss circled world.
Tree had a smiley face bulb.
As this day ended
My third wish for no hunger
A note found, said "down-to-earth".
My tree now bore so much fruit.
I do not know?
Who is Satan?
Satan is a creature from the world of the Jinn. The Jinn are a creation of God made from fire. They are separate and different from both the Angels and mankind; however, like mankind, they possess the power of reason and can choose between good and evil. The Jinn existed before the creation of Adam and Satan was the most righteous among them, so much so that he was elevated to a high position amongst the Angels.
“The Angels prostrated themselves all of them together. Except Satan, he refused to be among the prostrators. God said: ‘O Satan! What is your reason for not being among the prostrators? ‘Satan said: ‘I am not the one to prostrate myself to a human being, whom You created from sounding clay of altered black smooth mud.’ God said: ‘Then get out from Here for verily you are an outcast or cursed one. Verily the curse shall be upon you till the Day of Resurrection.’” (Quran 15:30-35)
The Role of Satan
Satan was there in the Paradise of Adam and Eve and his vow was to misguide and deceive them and their descendents. Satan said: “…surely I will sit in wait against them (human beings) on Your Straight Path. Then I will come to them from before them and behind them, from their right and from their left…” (Quran 7:16-17)
Satan did not say to Adam and Eve “go eat from that tree” nor did he out rightly tell them to disobey God. He whispered into their hearts and planted disquieting thoughts and desires. Satan said to Adam and Eve, “...Your Lord did not forbid you this tree save that you should become Angels or become of the immortals.” (Quran 7:20)
Their minds became filled with thoughts of the tree, and one day they decided to eat from it. Adam and Eve behaved as all human beings do; they became preoccupied with their own thoughts and the whisperings of Satan and they forgot the warning from God.
It is at this point that the Jewish and Christian traditions differ greatly from Islam. At no point do the words of God – the Quran, or the traditions and sayings of Prophet Muhammad - indicate that Satan came to Adam and Eve in the form of a snake or serpent.
Islam in no way indicates that Eve was the weaker of the two, or that she tempted Adam to disobey God. Eating the fruit of the tree was a mistake committed by both Adam and Eve. They bear equal responsibility. and they asked God for forgiveness.
I see a tree outside my patio door; it’s tall and gifted with so much life.
It’s bark flows in connecting patterns, they come together then flow apart.
It echoes the patterns of relationships that so often come and then they go.
Its precious leaves are born each year, and will fall with the winter cold.
Each cycle leaves a foundation needed for the next year’s growth.
And a ring in this foundation, speaks volumes of the history before.
The branches lead us off to paths; we never thought we would go.
The leaves lend comfort in our lives, and mute the harshness thrown.
It knows how to bend and move and flow with what life will to it send.
Yet, generosity is the gift it gives to those that, upon it constantly depend.
It will shelter, feed, and protect all creatures; both great and small till its end.
Then it will return to the soil, to replenish and nourish the next to grow, again.
Still, why does the tree stretch out its arms as it grows toward the light?
It’s reaching toward its maker, to acknowledge the one who gives it life.
Trees are the living proof given to us, about what we should already know.
Yes, God gave us all these trees to remind us, of how each life should grow.
Trees know his light gifts all we need, to live contently within his arms.
They replenish the air for our every breath and even give us our homes.
The tree should be our Coat of Arms for all it’s given to us, and more…
This gift God has given to us: is symbolized as the beautiful Tree of Life.
The dead tree still stands totally decayed
Could be modern Sodom and Gomorrha
Babylon that Revelation's story told
The dead tree still stands totally decayed
Vision of tree came to me and stayed
What...is that tree ..America that I love
The dead tree still stands totally decayed
Could be modern Sodom and Gomorrha
(Genesis 19, 1Kings 14:24, Isaiah 13:1, 14:22, Revelation 14:8, 16:19 references that could
Was a tree created for Christmas
no, I think not
A tree was created to stand tall
shading light of day
from creatures resting in and beneath her
hidden from sun's scorching rays
The sun burns hot in fall, turning green her leaves
auburn, orange, and red, they fall
blanketing the brown carpet of grass below
she has shut down her food factory for the winter
Flush green colors of chllorophyll fades as
hours of light shortens and cold lengthens it days
a tree whether summer, fall, winter, or spring
was not created to be chopped down in autumn
A tree decorated just to die for Christmas
an autumn tree, grinded, disperse for life of new trees, stand tall
shading light of day from creatures resting in, and
beneath her, hidden from sun's scorching rays, makes sense
I do not know?
Focusing on that river that supplies nourishment
Clear as a crystal, flowing from the throne of God
In the mist of it is The Tree of Life that bears
Twelve manner of fruit, yielding every month
The leaves of that Tree are for the healing
That river, beautiful, crystal clear is the source
(Based on Revelation 22:1-2) (This was inspired by Brian Strand's .)
Green the leaf that fell too soon
Shocking display of premature bloom
As if, some way, life spun too fast
To end as swift as it did last
Crisp, still moist with much to say
From the tallest branch
Where the Oak tree lay
In haste, too quick
To breathe it's time
Such as this hastened heart of mine
Fresh as linen with an air of lace
Take clean white tissue to flush of face
Rose pink complexion
A blush too soon
As I make my exit to another room
Take steps gently, ne'eer rush nor race
Be sure of words, don't hesitate
Or sure as green, the leaf fall too soon
Under the tender footsteps of a bride in June
Nature twines her hand with love
Conspires to touch two hearts that should
In her own time
There is no haste
Neath the shades of green
Where the Oak tree waits
Sent to his on tree in truth and fabled firewood topped so if you sow with the liar you will lose your crop Thoughts of the tree of the forest pensively accursed a story likened to that is written in true verse
Red bud with pinkish betraying lips in those same hours like blood drips for those in the field of iniquity He loved to the end The purer meets the lips of an unfaithful friend a hardy stake to fall upon with this kiss not counting the cost while stealing a kiss this fruitless one to perdition lost The money will not save within his bag the silver cold rolling coins bought for a price foretold so full of darkness to say it was I It is finished the Fruitful Tree cried Poisoned by greed and the enemy growing in the field of blood it is called the Judas tree - by john beam -The Eastern Redbud known to Cherokees as Da-yi-go-gi or Liar. It is called this because it is the first tree to bloom in the spring often before the last heavy frost. If the farmer planted based on the Liar, the tender crops would be lost." David Cornsilk, Cherokee historian and activist
Tree Frog's long silence
Thunder, lightening, pouring cool rain...
Tree Frog's voices sing