The tree is more than first a seed, then a stem, then a living trunk, and then dead timber. The tree is a slow, enduring force straining to win the sky.
Alone with myself
To the great tree-loving fraternity we belong. We love trees with universal and unfeigned love, and all things that do grow under them or around them — the whole leaf and root tribe.
For me, a landscape does not exist in its own right, since its appearance changes at every moment; but the surrounding atmosphere brings it to life - the light and the air which vary continually. For me, it is only the surrounding atmosphere which gives subjects their true value.
Were the eye not of the sun,
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
The trees bend to caress me
The shade hugs my heart.
Candy Polgar
Henry Ward Beecher
Claude Monet
How could we behold the light?
If God's might and ours were not as one,
How could His work enchant our sight?
Goethe
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