ROPE BALANCE Rope swing that I lived in... rsm

ROPE BALANCE
Rope swing that I lived in a solitary tree, that survives of histories of its goers, histories of love and sorrows.
Reports are told through his swaying to the wind, words are cried out, releasing his sap and through the unleashing of his leaves he weeps with the tale.
A meeting point between a couple who speak promises of love and affection, for eternity to the wind, through the aroma of their flowers celebrates the happiness of the lovebirds.
Through sun shade and rain, it rots its fibers that comes to loosen the wood trapped between two ropes, the birds form their nests through the rope of the swing and lives reborn, and the tree lived all the stories of love and sorrow. (rsm) 06/01/2012.