I'm tough, I'm high
With my head up, in the sky
Standing still in the cold, in the heat
Standing tall, high above the wheat
I have a small secret that no one knows
As time goes by, I can feel how it grows
I would like to be wheat, in the back of my mind
Be allowed to lean and bend, to run and hide
They look up to me, the one standing still
They give me respect, being the king of the hill
But if only for a couple of hours, not even a day
I could be one of them; I'll disappear and go on my way
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A wonderful acacia tree I saw while driving near Beer sheva, Israel.
*NadavDov and I, stopped by the side of the road and walked through a huge wheat field.
It was about a mile walk (and don't forget the back walk too), but it was worth it.
Infra Red shot with Sigma 10-20mm and Hoya R72 filter.
I shot this from a very low angle, to get a more intresting look at the "lonely tree" classic theme.
A tripod burried in the wheat
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Regards. Emmanuel
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Love
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Oh, I don't know I can't contain my heartbeat
I am dancing shrouded my green trees
I am whirling wearing my sunfeet
And humming children to sleep
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very hard times...ts...ts...ts
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Its not a question of believing you . . . its a question as to if I want to be lied to all the time.