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.” 

William Blake 

The host tree; small ferns have attached to the bark;

“Look: the trees exist; the houses

we dwell in stand there stalwartly. 

 Only we

pass by it all, like a rush of air.

And everything conspires to keep quiet

 about us,

half out of shame perhaps, half out of

 some secret hope.” 

 Rainer Maria Rilke,

 Beautiful curtain of  the  Casuarina;

“Willows whiten, aspens quiver, little breezes dusk and shiver, thro' the wave that runs forever by the island in the river, flowing down to Camelot. Four gray walls and four gray towers, overlook a space of flowers, and the silent isle imbowers, the Lady of Shalott.”

 Alfred Tennyson,

We are so small and we cut you down without a thought how you might feel; the chainsaw blasts and roars, crunches through your innerst  cores...Ts.

“We have nothing to fear and a great deal to learn from trees, that vigorours and pacific tribe which without stint produces strengthening essences for us, soothing balms, and in whose gracious company we spend so many cool, silent, and intimate hours.” 

Marcel Proust

“Fancy cutting down all those beautiful trees...to make pulp for those bloody newspapers, and calling it civilisation. - Winston Churchill, remarking to his son during a visit to Canada in 1929” 

 John Vaillant, The Golden Spruce: A True Story of Myth, Madness, and Greed 

“Within its gates I heard the sound

Of winds in cypress caverns caught

Of huddling trees that moaned, and sought

To whisper what their roots had found.

“A Dream of Fear” 

George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror 

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