Spring beckons! All things to the call respond; the trees are leaving and cashiers abscond.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
If you would know strength and patience, welcome the company of trees.
Trees love to toss and sway; they make such happy noises.
I want to do to you what spring does with the cherry trees.
Let us learn to appreciate there will be times when the trees will be bare, and look forward to the time when we may pick the fruit.
We must not always talk in the market-place of what happens to us in the forest.
On the morning, Daddy and I get up at six o'clock because Christmas trees must be bought in the dark. We walk to the other end of town, as the big harbour is just the right setting for buying a Christmas tree. We spend hours choosing, looking at every branch suspiciously. It's always cold.
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.
These trees and these old people have one thing in common, they're both going in the ground soon!
I am going to try to pay attention to the spring. I am going to look around at all the flowers, and look up at the hectic trees. I am going to close my eyes and listen.
If I have my way, I'm going to dissolve the Forest Service. They're in the business of harvesting trees and they're not harvesting trees, so why have them anymore?