The Cherokees called trees "standing people," so the author may have had that in mind when writing this poem Nancy Trees, proud standing people, stretching fingertips to the sky, reaching, praying glorious attention, breathing light; strength shelter timeless confidence bending and firm comforting rooted chorus line dancing with the moon, the wind the clouds framing bursts of stars tender rugged celebration absorbing and releasing life, each branch holding the power of the universe. -- Author Unknown |
I am honored to have the venerable pine trees as my neighbors. -- D. Levertov |
The clearest way into the universe is through a wilderness forest. -- John Muir |
Trees are the earth's endless effort to speak to the listening heaven. -- R Tagore |
The true meaning of life is to plant trees, under whose shade you do not expect to sit. -- Nelson Henderson |
In the woods we return to reason and faith. -- Ralph Waldo Emerson |
I turned my face more exclusively than ever to the woods, where I was better known. -- Henry David Thoreau |
Between every two pines is a doorway to a new world. -- John Muir |
Stand in a field long enough and the sounds start up again. The crickets, the invisible toad who claims that change is possible. And all the other life too small to name. First one, then another, until innumerable, they merge into the single voice of a summer hill. Unimaginable the redwoods on the far hill, rooted for centuries, the living wood grown tall and thickened with a hundred thousand days of light. He is his own pale shadow in the quarter moon, moving more slowly than the crippled stars, part of the moonlight as the moonlight falls. Part of the grass that answers the wind, part of the midnight's watchfulness that knows there is no silence but when danger comes. -- Dana Gioia |
He who plants a tree plants hope. -- Lucy Larcom |
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What a noble gift to man are the forests! How pleasantly their shadows fall upon our heads when we turn from the turmoil of the world of man. -- Susan Fennimore Cooper |