Trees love to toss and sway; they make such happy noises.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Us sing and dance, make faces and give flower bouquets, trying to be loved. You ever notice that trees do everything to git attention we do, except walk?
I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live than other things do.
In nature, nothing is perfect and everything is perfect. Trees can be contorted, bent in weird ways, and they're still beautiful.
When you think about a walking tree, laughter is the response.
Trees are the earth's endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.
Trees are Earth's endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.
It is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon men's hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality of air that emanation from old trees, that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit.
Tree roots hold river banks together and stop the wind blowing soil away, there are many creatures that live in woods and they provide a sense of well-being and look nice.
I never saw a discontented tree. They grip the ground as though they liked it, and though fast rooted they travel about as far as we do.
A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease.