Forest is and was and will be. Root and roof and all between. Pan-fruit feed me, nid-bough hold me, Peace and Joy be ever green.

Be a helpful friend,
and you will become a green tree
with always new fruit,
always deeper journeys into love.

Hope as rich and green as the trees of an oasis.

somewhere within sight of the tree of poetry that is eternity wearing the green leaves of time.

What goes too long unchanged destroys itself. The forest is forever because it dies and dies and so lives.

Art is the tree of life.
SCIENCE is the Tree of DEATH ART is the Tree of LIFEGOD is JESUS

Trees are the earth's endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.

You are no ruin sir — no lighting-struck tree: you are green and vigorous. Plants will grow about your roots, whether you ask them or not, because they take delight in your bountiful shadow; and as they grow they will lean towards you, and wind round you, because your strength offers them so safe a prop.

Stars and blossoming fruit trees: Utter permanence and extreme fragility give an equal sense of eternity.

Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.

Growth is life, and life is for ever destined to make for light.

And all the lives we ever lived and all the lives to be are full of trees
and changing leaves.

There's nothing that keeps its youth, so far as I know, but a tree and truth.

Nature is never finished.