Why are there trees I never walk under but large and melodious thoughts descend upon me?
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I like to think of thoughts as living blossoms borne by the human tree.
Trees are the earth's endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.
Thoughts are the shadows of our feelings - always darker, emptier and simpler.
Trees are Earth's endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.
Your soul is a dark forest. But the trees are of a particular species, they are genealogical trees.
The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. Some see nature all ridicule and deformity... and some scarce see nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself.
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've got to be by trees, otherwise I get claustrophobic.
If someone were to think that trees are made to support the sky, they would all seem too short.
In nature, nothing is perfect and everything is perfect. Trees can be contorted, bent in weird ways, and they're still beautiful.
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