A woman is a branchy tree and man a singing wind; and from her branches carelessly he takes what he can find.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
A tree is known by its fruit; a man by his deeds. A good deed is never lost; he who sows courtesy reaps friendship, and he who plants kindness gathers love.
Like people, trees are all individuals.
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.
Trees love to toss and sway; they make such happy noises.
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.
Nature, with equal mind, Sees all her sons at play, Sees man control the wind, The wind sweep man away.
He ploughs the waves, sows the sand, and hopes to gather the wind in a net, who places his hopes in the heart of a woman.
I can't see the forest through the trees, except the trees are people.
Behind the man is the Tree of Life, bearing twelve fruits, and the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil is behind the woman; the serpent is twining round it.
A tree is an incomprehensible mystery.
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