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If all this tree is from mom and all this tree is from him
where do I grow my own branches?
The tree is stripped,
All color, fragrance gone,
Yet already on the bough,
Uncaring spring!
I stand above the tree level I am a tree I catch wind storm breaths My branches claw I drink sky It stretches me I don't care I catch jokes and luck from tall thin blue air
A tree without roots is just a piece of wood.
The stunted pines elude capture
in a thousand sidetracked increments.
The wind will never understand them.
Like us it is forced to go on.
The boughs that bear most hang lowest.
A statesman who shakes the fruit trees of his neighbors - to dislodge the worms.
Well I stand up next to a mountain, and I chop it down with the edge of my hand
gin daisy, which
A tree is an incomprehensible mystery.
There was once a bundle of matches, and they were frightfully proud because of their high origin. Their family tree, that is to say the great pine tree of which they were each a little splinter, had been the giant of the forest.
Shadow looked at the corpse of the baby deer. He decided that if he were a real woodsman, he would slice off a steak and grill it over a wood fire. Instead, he sat on a fallen tree and ate a Snickers bar and knew that he really wasn't a real woodsman.
The pine is the mother of legends.
Squirrel as in squirrel squirrel?
Four legs gooood, two legs baaad!
Look, sister, I'm doing a handstand; leaves are growing out of my body, roots are sprouting out of my hands...they delve down into the earth. Endlessly, endlessly...yes, I spread my legs because I wanted flowers to bloom from my crotch; I spread them wide...
I am the living heart of a tree uncovered by the ax, still pliable, still green and full of sap.
The redwood is one of the few conifers that sprout from the stump and roots, and it declares itself willing to begin immediately to repair the damage of the lumberman and also that of the forest-burner.
I have gone to the forest
Oh, Ma, you're looking at all the trees, and I'm not even in the forest.
Even the highest tree has an axe waiting at its foot.
A pear-tree planted nigh:
'Twas charg'd with fruit that made a goodly show,
And hung with dangling pears was every bough.
I swear, if Dan had claimed he could saw off more of his fingers than I could of my own, then one of us would've pointed a hand-turned-stump at the other and cackled with victory.
In November, the trees are standing all sticks and bones. Without their leaves, how lovely they are, spreading their arms like dancers. They know it is time to be still.
What is home without Plumtree's Potted Meat? Incomplete.
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At a well in a yard they met a man who was beating a boy. The stick burst into a flower in the mans hand. He tried to drop it, but it stuck to his hand. His arm became a branch, his body the trunk of a tree, his feet took root.
Sometimes it takes a tree to save a forest
The canker which the trunk conceals is revealed by the leaves, the fruit, or the flower.
What is more mortifying than to feel that you have missed the plum for want of courage to shake the tree?
Round the boles of the pine-wood the ground-laurel creeps, Unkissed of the sunshine, unbaptized of showers, With buds scarcely swelled, which should burst into flowers!
I AM THE SILENCE AT THE END OF THE SONG!"
"Could you give me the 'dumb forest creature' version, maybe?
Wheat-Thinned Slut Monkey.
I am a forgettable leaf on a tree.
[T]hose who can take that crabbed tree handsomely upon their back, and fasten it on cannily, shall find it such a burden as wings unto a bird, or sails to a ship.
Your thighs are appletrees. Your knees are a southern breeze.
pocket lizard licker.
In the forest, I like you like that without anesthesia.
Hang there like fruit, my soul,
Till the tree die.
The spreading tree.
I want to know a butcher paints, A baker rhymes for his pursuit, Candlestick-maker much acquaints His soul with song, or, haply mute, Blows out his brains upon the flute.
Disembodied limbs
I can't see the forest through the trees, except the trees are people.
Wherever the bird with no feet flew, she found trees with no limbs.
As I recall, this word's use means somewhere there is a tree that is now a - a two-legger.
-Numair Salmalin
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True praise rootes and spreedes.
Spade! Thou art a tool of honor in my hands. I press thee, through a yielding soil, with pride.
The creation of a thousand forests is in one acorn
The next morning, the earth was strewn with debris from the windstorm the night before. An audience of trees looked down on severed limbs cast about the ground, their hunched and beaten postures reminding me of a congregation of amputees gathered in the wake of a war.
Peter Piper pecked a peck of pick of peck of pickled pepper.
Suddenly I had a flash of insight: I am a monster, I realized, a monster that wants to stalk through the woods, free and alone, and cannot even bear so much as the touch of a branch on its skin.
Nothing but trees.
What weighs six ounces, sits in a tree, and is dangerous?"
"A sparrow with a machine gun."
"Or course
This is not the time for humbugs, Watson!
An ancient gnarled tree: Too fibrous for a logger's saw, Too twisted to fit a carpenter's square, Outlasts the whole forest.
Today's Oak tree are tomorrows Nut that stood his ground.
Sherlock Holmes In
The tree that God plants, no winde hurts it.
soul it shaped. Laurel
For an apple you can't reach up and pick, you have to climb that tree; the tree won't bend down for you!
Tongues paired in the forest.
pony, mashed potato, alligator, watusi, twist, jerk.
It is Pau-kala. The branch is still bare. The old tree's leaves will never return - they are a memory and a song. But there is a sapling, there is a sapling right beside that old tree, and it's trembling with promise. There will be a spring again.
Tree is a soldier, forest is an army! And let us wish that all the battles against this army is lost!
I'm in the woods with Dr. Doolittle.
Smeagol won't grub for roots and carrotses and - taters. What's taters,precious, eh, what's taters?"
"Po-ta-toes!" said Sam.
water needles
stitch up the split
shadow-he fights his way
deeper down, free.
Forsake search for needles that are so very small in haystacks that are so very large.
Bough of a tree to the rain ... he turns the phrase over in his mouth as if it were fine wine, trying to guess its vintage, realizing somewhat indifferently that it is beyond him.
in spite of the cold, this ash tree does not shy
from shrugging off its coat, sloping its nude
shoulders to the night. So, you said, undo,
unbutton, unclasp, slowly remove. Let down your
hair, breathe out. Stand stark in this room until
we remember how not to feel the chill.
Without roots a tree, no matter how tall, cannot stand.
Memory, in widow's weeds, with naked feet stands on a tombstone.
But this tree in the yard-this tree that men chopped down ... this tree that they built a bonfire around, trying to burn up it's stump-this tree lived!
It lived! And nothing could destroy it.
Where you crawl and crawl,
where you live in the husks of trees,
where you lie on the wild twigs
shadows among the trees.
Few are altogether deaf to the preaching of pine trees. Their sermons on the mountains go to our hearts; and if people in general could be got into the woods, even for once, to hear the trees speak for themselves, all difficulties in the way of forest preservation would vanish.
Loafe with me on the grass - loose the stop from your throat;
Not words, not music or rhyme I want - not custom or lecture, not even the best;
Only the lull I like, the hum of your valved voice.
An intellectual carrot - the mind boggles.
He who does not stretch himself according to the coverlet finds his feet uncovered.
How do you eat your roots?
How did the Blonde break her leg raking leaves? She fell out of the tree.
Bend like the sapling you are. With time we shall find your oaken core.
What sort of tree is there which will not, if neglected, grow crooked and unfruitful; what but Will, if rightly ordered, prove productive and bring its fruit to maturity? What strength of body is there which will not lose its vigor and fall to decay by laziness, nice usage, and debauchery?
A brotherhood of venerable trees.
I'm lost in the woods right now,
A stricken tree, a living thing, so beautiful, so dignified, so admirable in its potential longevity, is, next to man, perhaps the most touching of wounded objects.
I am an apple, yet i taste like a grape... Im a grapple.
Hermione looked far and far and George was a midge and a leaf was the size of a house and an acorn-cup would shelter herself ... for ... I am a tree planted by the river of water ... I am in the word tree. I am tree exactly.
The safest place to hide a leaf is in a forest.
The big trunk of the umbrella pine looms outside the window, living its two lives - the upper world of needles and stems, the lower world of roots and soil.
There are pieces of me on the ground.
Roots are nice, but a tree can't run.
Even trees understand me! Good heavens, I lie under
them, too, don't I? I'm just like a pile of leaves.
When one has taken root, one puts out branches.
out on a limb to help me and I don'tLimb-- Tara Sivec
Beeches stood aghast in pools of shed leaves. Silver poplars looked like moonbeams.
Some of my kin look just like trees now, and need something great to rouse them; and they speak only in whispers. But some of my trees are limb-lithe, and many can talk to me.
Well as giraffes say, you don't get no leaves unless you stick your neck out.
Squirrel! I've told you not to share your cheek nuts with humans. They don't appreciate it as much as other squirrels!