Searching relief from the blazing sun above was challenging in “Dog Doo” Park, for the trees would not suffice. Trees here were really only parts of trees, leaves found in small clusters, yet it was astonishing that anything had managed to grow here – plants in such poor soil. Surprisingly enough, close by the glittering constellations of gum wrappers that didn’t quite make the can, green life had sprung out of the desolate dirt. Taylor and Lou Ann’s polluted and barren park seems least likely to be the place where we might find beauty, yet beauty can be found anywhere if you look hard enough. Most people that had visited “Dog Doo” Park had not truly seen its beauty, or at least potential, which happens all too much in our busy lives. Through our new and fast paced world we may not miss all of the important things in life, but we surely do loose our appreciation for the world around us. The one thing that has always slowed us down and brought us together is food, a common need, and in Kingsolver’s The Bean Trees, this is just the notion she portrays.
This way of coming together satisfies and fills our hunger while satisfying and filling our hearts and we come away from it fuller people in more than just one way. It is true, in hard times we must turn to the ones we love or anyone trustworthy to us, for no one can walk this world alone. “There is a whole invisible system for helping out the plant that you’d never guess was there… It’s the same with people.” (pg 241) It is only because of this system that plants may thrive in poor soil. It is only because of this system that people may thrive in poor circumstances. With help and tenacity people may rise above whatever situation they were born in and create a better life for themselves, but never did these people accomplish such things alone. The reference to the wisteria vines reflects to the triumphs of people. How we can not do it all on your own; everyone, no matter what position, needs someone, and if they seek help, they are never alone.
Especially in these times, families become torn apart and with this the definition of a family is split right open. With no set dogma, like many other things, this is left for us to decide; what defines a family? Lou Ann suggests the idea that nothing you have on earth is certain. “‘Nothing on earth is guaranteed, when you get right down to it; you know? I’ve been thinking about that. About how your kids aren’t really yours, they’re just people that you try to keep an eye on and hope you’ll all grow up someday to like each other and still be in one piece. What I mean is everything you ever get is really just on loan…’ ‘Like library books. Sooner or later they’ve all got to go back into the night drop.’” (pg 245) So why would we take on all of this responsibility and all of that work to do something that does get difficult? Everybody needs somebody; this is why we congregate, form families, go out to eat. Ideal families settle down to the table after a long day of work or school and enjoy a meal together and laugh and talk about each person’s day. We are attracted to that sense of belonging, and again, food is a part of us coming together, enjoying ourselves, forgetting about all of the troubles we had earlier in the day and pushing them aside for the moment so that we may rest easier, if only for a little while.
Food has always brought people together, a common ground for all of us. It is there in times of need, celebration, anger, joy, triumph, and loss. “From my earliest memory, times of crisis seemed to end up with women in the kitchen preparing food for men.” (pg 138) Kingsolver proposes the concept that even “fast food” restaurants have been able to bring people together. Taylor received Turtle in a “fast food” restaurant and Turtle has stayed with her ever since, a loving duo. The cheap Burger Derby burger joint found a way to bring two new mothers together and bond, helping each other make it through the day. Through Turtle, Kingsolver also intertwined idea that people can be mingle together with the aid of food. Turtle’s first words were all names of vegetables and plants and as she grows a little bit older and as the book advances she begins to learn the names of people she knows. As we near the end of the book Turtle is learning to say more and more, but the order of the way she learned her words wasn’t just coincidence. At the very end of the book, Turtle sings Taylor her “Vegetable Soup Song” but now the words had changed. Along side and mixed among the potatoes, beans and other vegetables there were the names of all of the people that she knew. Again symbolizing no matter what background, circumstance financial or socially, food finds a way to bring us all together as people.
Repetitive it may be, but the fact stays the same; since the dawn of time food has gathered people together and it is still something effective today. Business, family and friends can all meet on one common ground, answering a universal need. Nearly everything we have and nearly everything we do has drastically changed over the centuries, even our ways of thinking have changed in ways, but if there has only been one thing that hasn’t changed it is the way we use food to bring people together. Not yet warped by this world we have created, it truly remains sacred and is still used for its original reason.
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Saturday, May 16, 2009
The Power and the Glory - Connection to the Passion
The hot and slight wind stirs the packed dust below the soft stomp of a donkey. Not even the breeze brings relief in this heat. A silhouette of the priest is seen as it sways drunken atop the donkey slowly making its way out of town; sweat constantly beads his face knowing that the blazing sun exposes the truth – a truth he may only know – which haunts him constantly. Weighed under the anxiety over his perturbed conscience, the priest must push on and preach the only thing left in this dying world worth living for: his faith. In Graham Greene’s The Power and the Glory, Greene portraits the last priest in Mexico to have taken most of the same path as his ultimate aspiration, Jesus; the journey and behavior of both are exceedingly similar as the priest becomes wiser and his conviction stronger, when he realizes his final purpose – become a saint.
It seems with everything we set out to do, the task at hand is easier said than done, and what was setting the priest back, was himself. The biggest wall that stood before him was his own conscience. The priest was the only one who could look down a long list of things he has done wrong and shudder in remorse; continually wondering why he was the one left. Always he asked why this was, as if he would never be worthy enough for the position. Like many things, we somehow manage and overcome. A clear conscience was not the only solution; there were other barriers the priest had to hurdle as well. Siding with the government, a grisly mestizo acted as Judah did for Jesus with betrayal, but the priest saw through this hollow man, just as Jesus had. Both knew from the very beginning what was waiting for them at the end of the tunnel, there was one final obstacle they had to pass before they came to the light – death.
The priest and Jesus each had a trial for what they were accused, and both trials were as good as no trial at all. For the priest, the outcome was set from the moment he started running. While on the run, the priest stopped and gave mass and confessions just as Jesus had gone around to different towns teaching. “A man can be unwelcome even in his own home.” (pg …) And neither staid long or could do much for their home towns. The priest’s conviction was what pushed him to move on, and although it may seem like there was no one else with conviction, there was one other person who maintained it in this novel. The lieutenant had exact opposite views of the priest’s, yet it is conviction all the same. Within the story of the Passion the lieutenant was very similar to Pilot. He was driven to do this “for his people”. The lieutenant had nothing against the priest, besides the fact that he was a priest working for God. People respect those with conviction; it is those who have no opinion at all who are disgraced. Although the lieutenant respected the priest’s conviction, the final priest had to be removed.
The journey to death was long, yet straight forward for the priest just as Jesus’ was. Burdening a cross of conscience, the priest sat alone through his last sleepless night in deep prayer, and Jesus had done just the same less than two thousand years before. Padre José’s unwillingness to come and aid a fellow priest in his last night on earth was a replication of Jesus’ night in the garden. Just as Padre José had abandoned the last priest in his final time of need for comfort, Jesus’ disciples fell asleep in the garden while he was praying. Both spent their last night alone with the anxiety of knowing what they were doing for the sake of others. Aside from the fact that nothing lasts forever, the priest knew for awhile his death was soon to come, for with conviction, death is no longer a threat, it is a given.
The waiting was over, his time on earth washing away with every breath; before the shot he managed to gasp his final word “excuse—”, but there were no need for excuses, and he had none for himself. For those with conviction have no use for such defenses, their actions are deliberate and long lasting. Such decisions allowed the priest to arrive at this day. Understandably, people would view this circumstance as the worst situation to be in, yet it is simply returning. The priest, returning to God, is accepting the end, praying for acceptance. Finally he is leaving this torn, broken world behind.
It seems with everything we set out to do, the task at hand is easier said than done, and what was setting the priest back, was himself. The biggest wall that stood before him was his own conscience. The priest was the only one who could look down a long list of things he has done wrong and shudder in remorse; continually wondering why he was the one left. Always he asked why this was, as if he would never be worthy enough for the position. Like many things, we somehow manage and overcome. A clear conscience was not the only solution; there were other barriers the priest had to hurdle as well. Siding with the government, a grisly mestizo acted as Judah did for Jesus with betrayal, but the priest saw through this hollow man, just as Jesus had. Both knew from the very beginning what was waiting for them at the end of the tunnel, there was one final obstacle they had to pass before they came to the light – death.
The priest and Jesus each had a trial for what they were accused, and both trials were as good as no trial at all. For the priest, the outcome was set from the moment he started running. While on the run, the priest stopped and gave mass and confessions just as Jesus had gone around to different towns teaching. “A man can be unwelcome even in his own home.” (pg …) And neither staid long or could do much for their home towns. The priest’s conviction was what pushed him to move on, and although it may seem like there was no one else with conviction, there was one other person who maintained it in this novel. The lieutenant had exact opposite views of the priest’s, yet it is conviction all the same. Within the story of the Passion the lieutenant was very similar to Pilot. He was driven to do this “for his people”. The lieutenant had nothing against the priest, besides the fact that he was a priest working for God. People respect those with conviction; it is those who have no opinion at all who are disgraced. Although the lieutenant respected the priest’s conviction, the final priest had to be removed.
The journey to death was long, yet straight forward for the priest just as Jesus’ was. Burdening a cross of conscience, the priest sat alone through his last sleepless night in deep prayer, and Jesus had done just the same less than two thousand years before. Padre José’s unwillingness to come and aid a fellow priest in his last night on earth was a replication of Jesus’ night in the garden. Just as Padre José had abandoned the last priest in his final time of need for comfort, Jesus’ disciples fell asleep in the garden while he was praying. Both spent their last night alone with the anxiety of knowing what they were doing for the sake of others. Aside from the fact that nothing lasts forever, the priest knew for awhile his death was soon to come, for with conviction, death is no longer a threat, it is a given.
The waiting was over, his time on earth washing away with every breath; before the shot he managed to gasp his final word “excuse—”, but there were no need for excuses, and he had none for himself. For those with conviction have no use for such defenses, their actions are deliberate and long lasting. Such decisions allowed the priest to arrive at this day. Understandably, people would view this circumstance as the worst situation to be in, yet it is simply returning. The priest, returning to God, is accepting the end, praying for acceptance. Finally he is leaving this torn, broken world behind.
Friday, May 8, 2009
The Power and the Glory Response - Chapter Four
Darkness encloses like an envelope, yet allows the sheets of rain to continue to pour and lines of lightening to continue to strike. Rumbles follow illuminated skies and reveal a man, a woman and her nearly dead child. A desolate situation, an abandoned area, and an uneasy quiet outside the thunder, yet hope was still found here – far fetched or reasonable, hope all the same. At the end of every desperate situation for the Priest, there is a revival of faith refreshed within him tying him even closer to God when he seems farthest.
Both the woman and the dog were living off of hope, but their types of hope were much different from each other. Hope is having faith – for the woman – this is faith in God. On the other hand, the dog just lives to be alive and this struggle looks to us like some form of hope. There is natural fight instinct within everyone to keep living no matter what, but animals cannot think past just that. They live for no purpose of their own, they die for no purpose of their own, and “An animal knows no despair.” (pg 141) They are stuck at the bottom of the human diagram; repeating the same cycle: birth, reproduction and death repeated constantly with no higher aspirations other than just existing and continuing the food chain. Humanity strives to be something more, but the natural pull to be something better comes with reasoning that animals cannot obtain. We are challenged with despair, but we must overcome.
As the priest overcomes more he becomes more cautious and his thoughts bend to be able to best meet the needs of others, but at the same time keep after his own safety. So while he is thinking or going through a process, he is constantly changing his mind. When he left the woman with her dead child at the graves he said, “A man’s first duty is to himself – even the church taught that, in a way.” (pg 155) Although he did change his mind and come back for the woman, this shows that he is still not at all perfect. The same occurred when he kept eating off the bone from the dog; setting places to stop eating and leave for the dog until there was nothing but bone – useless to a dog with broken teeth. Yet we see something else from the priest as well. As he witnesses a faith so strong in this woman, he finds no reason for God not to grant her her miracle. No reason for him to be shocked by what she was doing. But one did not wish for their life –confusion and dying – God would not punish the innocent to return to such a cruel world. The dog as well had seen the damage of the world, but persevered as she always had, for that was all she could do. “Unlike him she retained a kind of hope. Hope is an instinct only the reasoning human mind can kill.” (pg 141)
It seemed that every where the priest went, human life was receding – forever the blank area of the map. To him it seemed almost as if all life was diminishing until he saw snakes and monkeys. Such small reassurances gave him great comfort, for he wasn’t the only living thing left on earth. “O God, I have loved the beauty of Thy house,” the priest said in a prayer of thanks for even the slightest signs of life. Shortly after reciting this prayer in all sincerity the priest stumbled into a peaceful city in the middle of near-despair. Each time he thought he had escaped life all too completely, God presented him with some form of it, and eventually the priest happened upon people again. Faith with God should always leave hope in our hearts that he will guide us home again, whether directly or indirectly; “He fell asleep, with home behind his shoulder blades.” (pg 159) Along with the safety that surrounds when coming home, there is a wave of relief and security that washed over the priest for being able now to willingly die for what he believes in, even if that moment shouldn’t come too soon.
“Even through danger and misery the pendulum swings.” (pg …) Bells ring in the glorious victory of finally making it home. The white of the church and clanging of the bells blurred with the splendor of relief that rushed through the priest as he laid his back against the wall of the church, allowing God to keep him as he slept peacefully for the first time in years. The hope expressed at the end of the chapter was the most reassuring as it has ever been, but the pendulum will still swing. It will not stop to pause just as life will not stop for the priest to catch up, or forever stay in this moment of overwhelming bliss.
Both the woman and the dog were living off of hope, but their types of hope were much different from each other. Hope is having faith – for the woman – this is faith in God. On the other hand, the dog just lives to be alive and this struggle looks to us like some form of hope. There is natural fight instinct within everyone to keep living no matter what, but animals cannot think past just that. They live for no purpose of their own, they die for no purpose of their own, and “An animal knows no despair.” (pg 141) They are stuck at the bottom of the human diagram; repeating the same cycle: birth, reproduction and death repeated constantly with no higher aspirations other than just existing and continuing the food chain. Humanity strives to be something more, but the natural pull to be something better comes with reasoning that animals cannot obtain. We are challenged with despair, but we must overcome.
As the priest overcomes more he becomes more cautious and his thoughts bend to be able to best meet the needs of others, but at the same time keep after his own safety. So while he is thinking or going through a process, he is constantly changing his mind. When he left the woman with her dead child at the graves he said, “A man’s first duty is to himself – even the church taught that, in a way.” (pg 155) Although he did change his mind and come back for the woman, this shows that he is still not at all perfect. The same occurred when he kept eating off the bone from the dog; setting places to stop eating and leave for the dog until there was nothing but bone – useless to a dog with broken teeth. Yet we see something else from the priest as well. As he witnesses a faith so strong in this woman, he finds no reason for God not to grant her her miracle. No reason for him to be shocked by what she was doing. But one did not wish for their life –confusion and dying – God would not punish the innocent to return to such a cruel world. The dog as well had seen the damage of the world, but persevered as she always had, for that was all she could do. “Unlike him she retained a kind of hope. Hope is an instinct only the reasoning human mind can kill.” (pg 141)
It seemed that every where the priest went, human life was receding – forever the blank area of the map. To him it seemed almost as if all life was diminishing until he saw snakes and monkeys. Such small reassurances gave him great comfort, for he wasn’t the only living thing left on earth. “O God, I have loved the beauty of Thy house,” the priest said in a prayer of thanks for even the slightest signs of life. Shortly after reciting this prayer in all sincerity the priest stumbled into a peaceful city in the middle of near-despair. Each time he thought he had escaped life all too completely, God presented him with some form of it, and eventually the priest happened upon people again. Faith with God should always leave hope in our hearts that he will guide us home again, whether directly or indirectly; “He fell asleep, with home behind his shoulder blades.” (pg 159) Along with the safety that surrounds when coming home, there is a wave of relief and security that washed over the priest for being able now to willingly die for what he believes in, even if that moment shouldn’t come too soon.
“Even through danger and misery the pendulum swings.” (pg …) Bells ring in the glorious victory of finally making it home. The white of the church and clanging of the bells blurred with the splendor of relief that rushed through the priest as he laid his back against the wall of the church, allowing God to keep him as he slept peacefully for the first time in years. The hope expressed at the end of the chapter was the most reassuring as it has ever been, but the pendulum will still swing. It will not stop to pause just as life will not stop for the priest to catch up, or forever stay in this moment of overwhelming bliss.
Monday, March 30, 2009
The Great Gatsby
Literary Analysis
The Great Gatsby was heavy in its symbolism of tragedy. Many things from as the valley of ashes to Jay Gatsby's love life, it contains a lot of tragic symbols. Jay Gatsby was an incredible man for his mystery. A mystery fortune, a mystery past -- just the way he wanted things to be, yet constantly he is trying to change his past. He changes his last name from Gats to Gatsby, he moves to West Egg, a new island, of course named Egg for its new beginning it offers, another attempt at change. Gatsby turns his life around with fortune and is used to getting everything he wishes, but it is not so when it comes to Daisy Buchanan.
Jay Gatsby has loved Daisy Buchanan from the moment he laid eyes on her, but because he went out to war he didn't see Daisy again for another five years. He had been dreaming of her the whole time, but she had quite moved on. Within those five years she married a selfish man named Tom Buchanan, who has gone off with another woman many times before, but does not want Daisy to be seeing Jay Gatsby at all. As Jay and Daisy get to know each other again Gatsby keeps trying to change the past; telling Tom that Daisy never loved him, she had always been there waiting for Jay to come back, which eventually Daisy does speak up and say that is not the truth. The American dream tells us that if we have everything we want, we will be happy, which we know is not true. Material items may bring constant gratification, but this excitement does not last long. Gatsby's house is filled with elegance and top notch technology, perfect parties and many butlers, but his life is still an empty one, and being accustomed to recieving anything he desires, when he can't have something he will always try and find another way. The truth is, somethings you can never have, and since this novel was a tragedy, Gatsby could go changing the past no further. His time was up, and he was never going to recieve everything he wanted, no matter what he tried to change in the past, for the past has been done, and other people were there to remember what really happened this time.
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(author, character list etc... yet to come)
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
To Kill a Mockingbird
Harper Lee’s famous American novel, To Kill a Mockingbird, struck a chord in the hearts of many across America. Although Lee was criticized for being less intellectual content to her novel, this aspect is what made it so relatable; her style has a comfortable pace as the southern storyteller comes out from within her. This novel was criticized as a children’s book for its lack of academic substance, yet there were points that Lee made through symbolism rooted in the novel. Recognizable from the very title, birds such as the Mockingbird, marked in names or by reference, were the main focus of literary symbolism.
The first and most apparent bird symbolism was the Finch. As a common bird there is nothing particularly special about them. The Finch family relates to this bird well, as Lee had intended it to be. Common, good natured people, the only difference between them and the bird is that they make a difference in the society. For, everyone knew everyone in that town, and everyone knew Atticus to be a good person, with high expectations for his kids, but he was more than that. He was a leader. When Atticus took up the case of Tom Robinson, some people’s alliance wavered, yet others completely buckled up and toppled over. “Every lawyer gets at least one case in his life that affects him personally. I guess this one’s mine.” (pg. 76) Throughout the whole case and aftermath his family supported him, like any decent family would. Family will always be there, they are the only people one can truly count on.
The Finches were not the only exceptional family in Maycomb County; the Robinsons were one of the many good families that went unnoticed by the rest of county. The robin, bluntly embedded in the name Robinson, is also another good natured and kind symbolism that relates to the character of the family accordingly. The Robinsons were represented by the father, Tom Robinson. A kind, sympathetic, honest, hard working man. So why has such a family gone unnoticed by society? They aren’t the correct race, they aren’t white, they are black. Racism creates a dark curtain blocking the view of the world outside of the town’s limits. Just past the dump Tom Robinson and his family still honor their family’s traditions of honesty and loyalty although they are treated so poorly. Tom had been sentenced unjustly, “ Tom Robinson was a dead man the minute Mayella Ewell opened her mouth and screamed.” (pg 241) Racism was an ugly mask over the face of many too afraid to be persecuted the same way the blacks were to take it off. And because of racism Tom Robinson was identified by more than just one bird.
The Mockingbird is the final and most important of the bird symbolisms. “Mockingbirds don’t do one thing but make music for us to enjoy. They don’t eat up peoples corncribs; they don’t do one thing but sing their hearts out for us. That’s why it’s a sin to kill a mockingbird.” (pg 90) Jem and Scout have been told time and time again not to shoot at mockingbirds; they have been told to treat all people with the same respect. Now, knowing that Tom Robinson is a family man, an honest man, a man with a dream of his own, just makes what the government did that much worse. To save money – precious court time – the government seriously considers killing an innocent man, and they make the decision whether he will live based upon the color of his skin. It doesn’t make anything better to cover their hands doings with lies, insulting the intelligence of black people and taking an innocent father away from his children and wife. It was a “typical” death for Maycomb. “Mr. Underwood simply figured that it was a sin to kill cripples, be they sitting, standing or escaping. He likened Tom’s death to the senseless slaughter of songbirds.” A song bird being a Mockingbird, the Mockingbird being Tom.
There is no mistake in saying that the main underline of this story was the cruelty of racism. Racism was cast over that town like a cloud. It was ever looming over the south; denser and murkier in some places. Thinner and lighter in others, but it was there all the same. It took years and many people to remind us to treat everyone as if they were a Mockingbird, for Tom Robinson wasn’t the only black man victim to this injustice. In any trial, every man, black or white, is innocent until proven guilty and the outcome of their trial will depend on the nature of their character, not the color of their skin.
The first and most apparent bird symbolism was the Finch. As a common bird there is nothing particularly special about them. The Finch family relates to this bird well, as Lee had intended it to be. Common, good natured people, the only difference between them and the bird is that they make a difference in the society. For, everyone knew everyone in that town, and everyone knew Atticus to be a good person, with high expectations for his kids, but he was more than that. He was a leader. When Atticus took up the case of Tom Robinson, some people’s alliance wavered, yet others completely buckled up and toppled over. “Every lawyer gets at least one case in his life that affects him personally. I guess this one’s mine.” (pg. 76) Throughout the whole case and aftermath his family supported him, like any decent family would. Family will always be there, they are the only people one can truly count on.
The Finches were not the only exceptional family in Maycomb County; the Robinsons were one of the many good families that went unnoticed by the rest of county. The robin, bluntly embedded in the name Robinson, is also another good natured and kind symbolism that relates to the character of the family accordingly. The Robinsons were represented by the father, Tom Robinson. A kind, sympathetic, honest, hard working man. So why has such a family gone unnoticed by society? They aren’t the correct race, they aren’t white, they are black. Racism creates a dark curtain blocking the view of the world outside of the town’s limits. Just past the dump Tom Robinson and his family still honor their family’s traditions of honesty and loyalty although they are treated so poorly. Tom had been sentenced unjustly, “ Tom Robinson was a dead man the minute Mayella Ewell opened her mouth and screamed.” (pg 241) Racism was an ugly mask over the face of many too afraid to be persecuted the same way the blacks were to take it off. And because of racism Tom Robinson was identified by more than just one bird.
The Mockingbird is the final and most important of the bird symbolisms. “Mockingbirds don’t do one thing but make music for us to enjoy. They don’t eat up peoples corncribs; they don’t do one thing but sing their hearts out for us. That’s why it’s a sin to kill a mockingbird.” (pg 90) Jem and Scout have been told time and time again not to shoot at mockingbirds; they have been told to treat all people with the same respect. Now, knowing that Tom Robinson is a family man, an honest man, a man with a dream of his own, just makes what the government did that much worse. To save money – precious court time – the government seriously considers killing an innocent man, and they make the decision whether he will live based upon the color of his skin. It doesn’t make anything better to cover their hands doings with lies, insulting the intelligence of black people and taking an innocent father away from his children and wife. It was a “typical” death for Maycomb. “Mr. Underwood simply figured that it was a sin to kill cripples, be they sitting, standing or escaping. He likened Tom’s death to the senseless slaughter of songbirds.” A song bird being a Mockingbird, the Mockingbird being Tom.
There is no mistake in saying that the main underline of this story was the cruelty of racism. Racism was cast over that town like a cloud. It was ever looming over the south; denser and murkier in some places. Thinner and lighter in others, but it was there all the same. It took years and many people to remind us to treat everyone as if they were a Mockingbird, for Tom Robinson wasn’t the only black man victim to this injustice. In any trial, every man, black or white, is innocent until proven guilty and the outcome of their trial will depend on the nature of their character, not the color of their skin.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Sunday, January 18, 2009
The Sun
The sun finds its ways to filter through
Through emotions, objects and people
Below one tree holds a place in my heart,
Its beating in sync with the rustling leaves
And as I sit below my tree that sun that does filter through
dances across my face,
And the light that bleeds in smiles and says
Everything will be alright
For as sure as the sun will continue to shine
Everything happens for a reason,
And my reason will reach me soon
Through emotions, objects and people
Below one tree holds a place in my heart,
Its beating in sync with the rustling leaves
And as I sit below my tree that sun that does filter through
dances across my face,
And the light that bleeds in smiles and says
Everything will be alright
For as sure as the sun will continue to shine
Everything happens for a reason,
And my reason will reach me soon
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