“The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. Some see nature all ridicule and deformity... and some scarce see nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself.”
The host tree; small ferns have attached to the bark;
“Look: the trees exist; the houses
we dwell in stand there stalwartly.
pass by it all, like a rush of air.
And everything conspires to keep quiet
half out of shame perhaps, half out of
some secret hope.”
Rainer Maria Rilke,
Beautiful curtain of the Casuarina;
“Willows whiten, aspens quiver, little breezes dusk and shiver, thro' the wave that runs forever by the island in the river, flowing down to Camelot. Four gray walls and four gray towers, overlook a space of flowers, and the silent isle imbowers, the Lady of Shalott.”
We are so small and we cut you down without a thought how you might feel; the chainsaw blasts and roars, crunches through your innerst cores...Ts.
“We have nothing to fear and a great deal to learn from trees, that vigorours and pacific tribe which without stint produces strengthening essences for us, soothing balms, and in whose gracious company we spend so many cool, silent, and intimate hours.”
“Fancy cutting down all those beautiful trees...to make pulp for those bloody newspapers, and calling it civilisation. - Winston Churchill, remarking to his son during a visit to Canada in 1929”
John Vaillant, The Golden Spruce: A True Story of Myth, Madness, and Greed
“Within its gates I heard the sound
Of winds in cypress caverns caught
Of huddling trees that moaned, and sought
To whisper what their roots had found.
“A Dream of Fear”
George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
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