Ry was a tree for halloween. A tree with an acorn crown and moss on his trunk and a bird’s nest, too.
He makes a great tree.
This solitary Tree! a living thing
Produced too slowly ever to decay;
Of form and aspect too magnificent
To be destroyed.
– William Wordsworth, Yardley Oak
Trees are poems that earth writes upon the sky,
We fell them down and turn them into paper,
That we may record our emptiness.
– Kahlil Gibran
The wonder is that we can see these trees and not wonder more.
– Ralph Waldo Emerson
What did the tree learn from the earth to be able to talk with the sky?
– Pablo Neruda
- fight water with water
- election day