I was in my yard and thought that the tree was a living being. We take trees for granted. We don't believe they are as much alive as we are.
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A living tree is a changing, sleeve shape, a wet, thin, bright green creature that survives in the thin layer between heartwood and bark. It stands waiting for light, which it catches in the close-woven sieves of its leaves.
Nothing on this earth is standing still. It's either growing or it's dying. No matter if it's a tree or a human being.
Like people, trees are all individuals.
I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live than other things do.
A tree you pass by every day is just a tree. If you are to closely examine what a tree has and the life a tree has, even the smallest thing can withstand a curiosity, and you can examine whole worlds.
We ought to think that we are one of the leaves of a tree, and the tree is all humanity. We cannot live without the others, without the tree.
A tree is an incomprehensible mystery.
You know, when people look at a tree, they look at the leaves; they don't look at the spaces between the leaves. They're focused on the tree. I think there's an awareness of spaces or it wouldn't look like a tree to them.
Trees and plants always look like the people they live with, somehow.
Trees are the earth's endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.
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