It is well that you should celebrate your Arbor Day thoughtfully, for within your lifetime the nation’s need of trees will become serious. We of an older generation can get. . .
Look at the trees, look at the birds, look at the clouds, look at the stars… and if you have eyes you will be able to see that the whole. . .
I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast; A tree that looks. . .
“Trees are the earth’s endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.”
“To me the meanest flower that blows can give. Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.”
“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?”
“A woodland in full color is awesome as a forest fire, in magnitude at least, but a single tree is like a dancing tongue of flame to warm the heart.”
When one tugs at a single thing in nature, he finds it attached to the rest of the world.
We do not inherit the earth from our ancestors; we borrow it from our children.
As the poet said, “only God can make a tree” – probably because it’s so hard to figure out how to get the bark on.
Only when the last tree has died and the last river been poisoned and the last fish been caught will we realise we cannot eat money.
The best part of happiness is the pines.