Palm fronds whisper to the sky;
Cool morn breezes gently sigh.
Listen close and you can hear
Wind’s sweet message to your ears.
Great tree trunks that dance in time
To the rythyms of your mind;
Dreaming seems to suit this day
As the hammock gently sways.
Look not here for furrowed brow-
Seek you not the why or how.
Upward gaze and contemplate
billowed clouds in sky of slate.
Worry never understands
Why some don’t make detailed plans.
Worry never rocked asleep
‘Neath the spreading maple tree.
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Roads Less Traveled 
Very nice, as captures the true purpose of The Hammock, when it meets the human.
I told you it wan’t political! 🙂 Thanks!
Time to get my hammock out. Thanks John for a brief escape of busy thoughts.