This feels good, being back in Michigan. . . You know, the trees are the right height.
I spent my 16th birthday high as a kite, jumping out of a tree topless in my local park just because it felt amazing hitting the ground.
The light was cut to lace by the trees that had grown so thick with leaves in the last few months.
The birth and death of leaves is part of that greater cycle that moves among the stars.
Street and park trees provide tremendous benefits to cities.
I can drown a drink of water. I can kill a dead tree. Don't mess with Muhammad Ali.
Even trees understand me! Good heavens, I lie under them, too, don't I? I'm just like a pile of leaves.
O land and soil, red soil and sweet-gum tree, So scant of grass, so profligate of pines
To make knowledge productive, we will have to learn to see both forest and tree. We will have to learn to connect.
You never know!” Neith snapped. “The point is, I’ll survive the apocalypse. I can live off the land!” She jabbed a finger at me. “Did you know the palm tree has six different edible parts?” “Um—” “And I’ll never be bored,” Neith continued, “since I’m also the goddess of weaving. I have enough twine for a millennium of macramé!” I had no reply, as I wasn’t sure what macramé was.
The trees come up to my window like the yearning voice of the dumb earth
I am one whose faith is, that love and friendship, with ardent natures, are like those trees of the torrid zone which yield fruit but once, and then die.
In a tree there is a spirit of life, a spirit of growth and a spirit of holding its head up.
Alexander smoked and watched her from his tree stump bench. What are you doing? she would ask him. Nothing, he would reply. Nothing but growing my pain into madness.
Broad-streeted Richmond. . . The trees in the streets are old trees used to living with people, Family trees that remember your grandfather's name.
Marriage is what marriage is. . . It’s like going out and saying, ‘That tree is a car. ’ Well, the tree’s not a car. A tree’s a tree. Marriage is marriage.
If only, if only," the woodpecker sighs, "The bark on the tree was as soft as the skies. " While the wolf waits below, hungry and lonely, Crying to the moo-oo-oon, "If only, If only.
A man contains all that is needed to make up a tree; likewise, a tree contains all that is needed to make up a man. Thus, finally, all things meet in all things, but we need a Prometheus to distill it.
When there is a big tree small ones climb on its back to reach the sun.
I realized that a tree never says, "I have too many branches. " It simply digs deeper roots, expands itself to catch more light, and extends itself in multiple directions so as not to be unevenly weighted.