There is always Music amongst the trees in the Garden, but our hearts must be very quiet to hear it. ~Minnie Aumonier And so she comes to dream herself the tree, The wind possessing her, weaving her young veins, Holding her to the sky and its quick blue, Drowning the fever of her hands in sunlight. She has no memory, nor fear, nor hope Beyond the grass and shadows at her feet. - Hart Crane, Abstract Garden, 1932 *o*o*O*o*o*O*o Plants are the young of the world, vessels of health and vigor; but they grope ever upward towards consciousness; the trees are imperfect men, and seem to bemoan their imprisonment, rooted in the ground. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson, Essays, Second Series, 1844 I never saw a discontented tree. They grip the ground as though they liked it, and though fast rooted they travel about as far as we do. They go wandering forth in all directions with every wind, going and coming like ourselves, traveling with us around the sun two million miles a day, and through space heaven knows how fast and far! ~John Muir *o*O*o*o*O*o*o*O*o 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 They kill good trees to put out bad newspapers. ~James G. Watt, quoted in Newsweek, 8 March 1982 *o*o*O*o*o*O*o*o 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. ~Cree Indian Proverb