Trees

thumb|A fool sees not the same tree that a wise man sees. ~ William Blake right|thumb|It is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon men's hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality of air that emanates from old trees, that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit. ~ Robert Louis Stevenson thumb|The earth brought forth vegetation, plants yielding seed according to their own kinds, and trees bearing fruit in which is their seed, according to its kind. And God saw that it was good. ~ Genesis 1:12. thumb|You, me, Pine trees. What are we getting for breakfast, Pine needle tea, of course! Oh no, there was pollen in our Pine needle tea, I sneeze all over a pigeon that lands on your branch. He eats my snot, stupid pigeon. A pack of wolves sit next to us, they are back from a grocery run, I take the benadryl from one of the Wolves, oh no! There was a laxative in my benadryl, I proceed to poo myself until I pass out and wake up inside Shrek's outhouse. I read a fairy tale book, true loves first kiss?? (Hehehe like thats ever going to happen) After getting kicked out by Shrek I then wake up as a goose, take a dump, fly to Canada, fly back, do a thump, take another dump, smoke a joint, green out (which I did not know I could do) then I turn into a Pine tree, oh no I can't move...! Trees are plants with elongated stems, or trunks, supporting leaves or branches. Because of their longevity and usefulness, trees have always been revered and they play a role in much of the world's mythology, metaphor and symbolism. Quotes General thumb|A birch tree doesn't feel cosmic fulfillment when a moose munches its leaves; the tree species, in fact,it needs and evolves to fight the moose, to keep the animal's munching lips away from vulnerable young leaves and twigs. - Robert T. Bakker A It’s hard to see the forest when you’re a tree. Paula Gunn Allen, The Sacred Hoop: Recovering the Feminine in American Indian Traditions 1 September 1992 Beacon Press 978-0-8070-4617-3 Chapter Three He who saves an ancient tree does better even than he who plants a new one. Alfred Austin, In Veronica's Garden (London: Macmillan and Co., 1895), p. 70. B A birch tree doesn't feel cosmic fulfillment when a moose munches its leaves; the tree species, in fact, evolves to fight the moose, to keep the animal's munching lips away from vulnerable young leaves and twigs. In the final analysis, the merciless hand of natural selection will favor the birch genes that make the tree less and less palatable to the moose in generation after generation. No plant species could survive for long by offering itself as unprotected fodder. Robert T. Bakker, The Dinosaur Heresies: A Revolutionary View of Dinosaurs (1986), Longman Scientific & Technical, p. 179. A fool sees not the same tree that a wise man sees. William Blake, in The Marriage of Heaven and Hell (1790–1793). The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. Some see Nature all ridicule and deformity, and some scarce see Nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination, Nature is Imagination itself. William Blake, The Letters (1799). C Lo que soñó la tierra/es visible en el árbol. What the earth dreamt/is written in the tree. The selected poems of Rosario Castellanos (1989) I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live than other things do. Willa Cather, O Pioneers (1913). As by the way of innuendoLucus is made a non lucendo. Charles Churchill, The Ghost (1763), Book II. V. 257. "Lucus a non lucendo.—Lucus (a grove), from non lucendo (not admitting light)." A derivation given by Quintilian I. 16, and by others. No tree in all the grove but has its charms,Though each its hue peculiar. William Cowper, The Task (1785), Book I, line 307. Some boundless contiguity of shade. William Cowper, The Task (1785), Book II. O, the mulberry-tree is of trees the queen!Bare long after the rest are green;But as time steals onwards, while none perceivesSlowly she clothes herself with leaves —Hides her fruit under them, hard to find.*****But by and by, when the flowers grow fewAnd the fruits are dwindling and small to view —Out she comes in her matron graceWith the purple myriads of her race;Pull of plenty from root to crown,Showering plenty her feet adown.While far over head hang gorgeouslyLarge luscious berries of sanguine dye,For the best grows highest, always highest,Upon the mulberry-tree. Dinah Craik, The Mulberry-Tree, reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 634. D He that planteth a tree is the servant of God,He provideth a kindness for many generations,And faces that he hath not seen shall bless him. Henry van Dyke, The Friendly Trees. E All religions, arts and sciences are branches of the same tree. All these aspirations are directed toward ennobling man's life, lifting it from the sphere of mere physical existence and leading the individual towards freedom. Albert Einstein, in "Moral Decay" (1937); later published in Out of My Later Years (1950). Observe and see how (in the winter) all the trees seem as though they had withered and shed all their leaves, except fourteen trees, which do not lose their foliage but retain the old foliage from two to three years till the new comes. The Book of Enoch ch.3 G When iron was found, the trees began to tremble, but the iron reassured them: 'Let no handle made from you enter into anything made from me, and I shall be powerless to injure you.' Genesis Rabbah 5, Tales and Maxims from the Midrash by Rev. Samuel Rapaport, (1907), p. 61 I What do religion, trees, and truth have in common? All are firmly rooted on the ground, as opposite to fantasies and unfounded beliefs that, so to speak, fly in the air. Massimo Introvigne, "What Is Truth? An Eternal Question and the Tai Ji Men Case", Bitter Winter (March 2024) K If you love me, be patient. Look at the trees. Are they in a hurry to ripen their fruit? Nikos Kazantzakis, in The Last Temptation of Christ (1951) The entire Earth, with her trees and her waters, with her animals, with her men and her gods, calls from within your breast. Earth rises up in your brains and sees her entire body for the first time. Nikos Kazantzakis, in The Saviors of God (1923), "Fourth Step : The Earth" Every man has his own circle composed of trees, animals, men, ideas, and he is in duty bound to save this circle. He, and no one else. If he does not save it, he cannot be saved. These are the labors each man is given and is in duty bound to complete before he dies. He may not otherwise be saved. For his own soul is scattered and enslaved in these things about him, in trees, in animals, in men, in ideas, and it is his own soul he saves by completing these labors. Nikos Kazantzakis, in The Saviors of God (1923), "The Action : The Relationship between Man and Nature" From the acorn, quickly sprouting, Mighty Tursas, tall and hardy, Grows the oak-tree, tall and stately, Pressed compactly all the grasses, From the ground enriched by ashes, That the maidens had been raking, Newly raked by water-maidens; When a fire within them kindles, Spread the oak-tree's many branches, And the flames shot up to heaven, Rounds itself a broad corona, Till the windrows burned to ashes, Raises it above the storm-clouds; Only ashes now remaining Far it stretches out its branches, Of the grasses raked together. Stops the white-clouds in their courses, In the ashes of the windrows, With its branches hides the sunlight, Tender leaves the giant places, With its many leaves, the moonbeams, In the leaves he plants an acorn, And the starlight dies in heaven. Kalevala, Rune II. translated by John Martin Crawford (1888). Earlier this year in South America, I got to visit the oldest tree on the planet. It’s a giant Fitzroya Fitzroya cupressoides, southern cousin to California’s Sequoioideae redwoods, that was recently dated at 5400 years old. The Chilean National Park Service is taking good care of this elder, only allowing a handful of visitors each week (you make your appointment with the tree online), and it’s quite a hike to get there. When I reached its feet, I burst into tears. No human thoughts are appropriate to existence on that scale. I could only picture fires and earthquakes and Giza pyramid complex pyramids and empires rising and collapsing, so much noise, while that tree has stood quietly in its canyon. I’m still vibrating from my communion with this giant life. Survival on that order can help you believe in a future. Barbara Kingsolver as quoted by Martha Schubert in: A Whetstone to the Spirit: An Interview with Barbara Kingsolver. 'The Poisonwood Bible' author on mothering, farming, ecology, and life Spring 2023 Orion Magazine https://orionmagazine.org/article/barbara-kingsolver-interview-spring-2023/ L Trees — especially old trees — have a strong and definite individuality, well worthy the name of a soul. This soul, though temporary, in the sense that it is not yet a reincarnating entity, is nevertheless possessed of considerable power and intelligence along its own lines. It has decided likes and dislikes, and to clairvoyant sight it shows quite clearly by a vivid rosy flush an emphatic enjoyment of the sunlight and the rain, and distinct pleasure also in the presence of those whom it has learnt to like, or with whom it has sympathetic vibrations. Emerson appears to have realised this, for he is quoted in Hutton’s Reminiscences as saying of his trees:"I am sure they miss me ; they seem to droop when I go away, and I know they brighten and bloom when I go back to them and shake hands with their lower branches.” C.W. Leadbeater, The Hidden Side of Things (1913) M Cedar, and pine, and fir, and branching palm,A sylvan scene, and as the ranks ascendShade above shade, a woody theatreOf stateliest view. John Milton, Paradise Lost (1667; 1674), Book IV, line 139. And all amid them stood the Tree of Life,High eminent, blooming ambrosial fruitOf vegetable gold. John Milton, Paradise Lost (1667; 1674), Book IV, line 218. A pillar'd shadeHigh over-arch'd, and echoing walks between. John Milton, Paradise Lost (1667; 1674), Book IX, line 1,106. It's interesting, isn't it? There are many stories about trees giving curses (Tatari) in the Western part of Japan. Such folklore, or something that goes back to our distant memories, remains strongly in Japanese culture. People on Yakushima Island didn't cut the trees. They thought that cutting trees would bring about a curse. Trees are beings that make us feel that way. I learned it when I went to Yakushima. When they decided to cut and sell trees because they were too poor to eat, there was a monk who recommended cutting the trees. It was not the case that they started cutting tress because a certain person happened to be on the island and said so, but rather to do with the changes in the society itself. Hayao Miyazaki Miyazaki on Mononoke-hime Nausica.net (July 1997) N I think that I shall never see A billboard lovely as a tree. Perhaps, unless the billboards fall, I'll never see a tree at all. Ogden Nash, Song of the Open Road (1933). P Perhaps you see big trees and little trees and think that big trees are older than little trees. You also might notice that there are more little trees than big trees, and so not every little tree grows up to be a big tree – most die young. But the little trees must come from somewhere, namely seeds produced and shed by the bigger trees. These are the core ideas of population ecology. John Pastor, Mathematical Ecology of Populations and Ecosystems (2008), Ch. 1 : What is mathematical ecology and why should we do it? Haunted trees covered behind the curtains of their own leaves stare at the dark from the fringe of streets. Suman Pokhrel, In Midnight Street . Tree does not live in fragments.till it fall, it standby life in its own embrace. Suman Pokhrel, Trees. Trees do not seek to getbeyond where their roots meet they never dream of flying,their roots in the air. Suman Pokhrel, Trees. All trees and birdssky and starsbosoms and bangleswere seeing everything. Suman Pokhrel, in ‘While Parting’ Grove nods at grove. Alexander Pope, Moral Essays (1731-35), Epistle IV, line 117. R I knew a parson who frightened his congregation terribly by telling them that the second coming was very imminent indeed, but they were much consoled when they found that he was planting trees in his garden. Bertrand Russell, Why I Am Not A Christian (1927). Build your nest upon no tree here, for ye see that God hath sold the forest to death. Samuel Rutherford, reported in Josiah Hotchkiss Gilbert, Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895), p. 206. S Buddha just sat under a tree and let the whole world come to him Meditation for September 22, The Day of Restless Drive, in the book The Secret Language of Birthdays by Gary Goldschneider and Joost Elffers "Mister!" he said with a sawdusty sneeze. "I am the Lorax. I speak for the trees. I speak for the trees, for the trees have no tongues.' And I'm asking you, sir, at the top of my lungs" Dr. Seuss, The Lorax (1971) Hath not old custom made this life more sweetThan that of painted pomp? Are not these woodsMore free from peril than the envious court? William Shakespeare, As You Like It (c.1599-1600), Act II, scene 1, line 2. But, poor old man, thou prunest a rotten tree,That cannot so much as a blossom yieldIn lieu of all thy pains and husbandry. William Shakespeare, As You Like It (c.1599-1600), Act II, scene 3, line 63. Under the greenwood treeWho loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither:No enemy here shall he see, But winter and rough weather. William Shakespeare, As You Like It (c.1599-1600), Act II, scene 5, line 1. If aught possess thee from me, it is dross,Usurping ivy, brier, or idle moss;Who, all for want of pruning, with intrusionInfect thy sap and live on thy confusion. William Shakespeare, The Comedy of Errors, Act II, scene 2, line 179. Who am no more but as the tops of trees,Which fence the roots they grow by and defend them. William Shakespeare, Pericles, Prince of Tyre (c. 1607-08), Act I, scene 2, line 29. A barren detested vale, you see it is;The trees, though summer, yet forlorn and lean,O'ercome with moss and baleful mistletoe. William Shakespeare, Titus Andronicus (c. 1584-1590), Act II, scene 3, line 93. The laurell, meed of mightie conquerours And poets sage; the firre that weepeth still;The willow, worne of forlorne paramours; The eugh, obedient to the bender's will; The birch, for shafts; the sallow for the mill;The mirrhe sweete-bleeding in the bitter wound; The warlike beech; the ash for nothing ill;The fruitfull olive; and the platane round;The carver holme; the maple seldom inward sound. Edmund Spenser, The Faerie Queene (1589-96), Book I, Canto I, Stanza 8. It is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon men's hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality of air that emanates from old trees, that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit. Robert Louis Stevenson, in "Forest Notes" (1875-1876) "Morality" also in The Works of Robert Louis Stevenson, Vol. IX : Essays and Reviews (1906) edited by Charles Curis Bigelow and Temple Scott, p. 133. T We, the trees. Our roots run all the way down to the heart of the earth, and we can feel the beat of her pulse. We inhale her breath. We taste her flesh. We live and die in the exact same spot, never moving from the land we occupy. Both prisoners and conquerors of time, we stand riveted to the ground yet soaring upward, reaching for the clouds. We adapt to all weathers, rain or shine, hurricanes or the dry harmattan winds. Our crowns merge with the sky's cotton-wool dreams. We are the link between Man and his past, his present, and his unpredictable future. Véronique Tadjo, In the Company of Men (2017) chapter III The woods are hush'd, their music is no more; The leaf is dead, the yearning past away;New leaf, new life—the days of frost are o'er; New life, new love, to suit the newer day:New loves are sweet as those that went before: Free love—free field—we love but while we may. Alfred Tennyson, Idylls of the King (published 1859-1885), The Last Tournament, line 276. Now rings the woodland loud and long, The distance takes a lovelier hue, And drowned in yonder living blueThe lark becomes a sightless song. Alfred Tennyson, In Memoriam A.H.H. (1849), Part CXV. Or ruminate in the contiguous shade. James Thomson, The Seasons, Winter (1726). Welcome, ye shades! ye bowery Thickets hail!Ye lofty Pines! ye venerable Oaks!Ye Ashes wild, resounding o'er the steep!Delicious is your shelter to the soul. James Thomson, The Seasons, Summer (1727), line 469. But see the fading many-coloured Woods,Shade deep'ning over shade, the country roundImbrown: crowded umbrage, dusk and dun,Of every hue from wan declining greenTo sooty dark. James Thomson, The Seasons, Autumn (1730), line 950. It is the multitude of trees that make a forest. Let us be like those [...] useful trees benefitting all sentient beings. Thích Nhật Từ, Inner Freedom: A Spiritual Journey for Prison Inmates (2008), 1741893909. The trees act not as individuals, but somehow as a collective. Exactly how they do this, we don’t yet know. But what we see is the power of unity. Robin Wall Kimmerer Braiding Sweetgrass (2013) Trees perspire profusely, condense largely, and check evaporation so much, that woods are always moist: no wonder therefore that they contribute much to pools and streams.That trees are great promoters of lakes and rivers appears from a well known fact in North-America; for, since the woods and forests have been grubbed and cleared, all bodies of water have much diminished; so that some streams, that were very considerable a century ago, will not now drive a common mill. Gilbert White, The Natural History of Selborne 1813 348 1st of 2 volumes London https://archive.org/details/b33090038_0001/page/348/mode/2up (1st edition 1789) Planting The best time to plant a tree was thirty years ago; the second best time is today Variants include: "The best time to plant a tree was 20 years ago. The second best time is now." From the Congressional Record of 1969: "It has been said that the best time to plant a tree was thirty years ago, the second best time is today." A possible precursor from the 1950s: "Pruning of nature apple trees can be done safely at any time and, if you haven't already started, now is the second-best time to do it." (Tennessee horticulture (1956) Sometimes claimed to be an "old Chinese proverb". To plant trees is an act of faith. Robin Wall Kimmerer, Braiding Sweetgrass: Indigenous Wisdom, Scientific Knowledge and the Teachings of Plants 16 September 2013 Milkweed Editions 978-1-57131-871-8 289 Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations Quotes reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 812-14. The place is all Awave with trees, Limes, myrtles, purple-beaded,Acacias having drunk the lees Of the night-dew, faint headed,And wan, grey olive-woods, which seemThe fittest foliage for a dream. Elizabeth Barrett Browning, An Island. Stranger, if thou hast learned a truth which needsNo school of long experience, that the worldIs full of guilt and misery, and hast seenEnough of all its sorrows, crimes and cares,To tire thee of it, enter this wild woodAnd view the haunts of Nature. The calm shadeShall bring a kindred calm, and the sweet breezeThat makes the green leaves dance, shall waft a balmTo thy sick heart. William Cullen Bryant, Inscription for the Entrance to a Wood. The groves were God's first temples. Ere man learnedTo hew the shaft, and lay the architrave,And spread the roof above them,—ere he framedThe lofty vault, to gather and roll backThe sound of anthems; in the darkling wood,Amidst the cool and silence, he knelt downAnd offered to the Mightiest solemn thanksAnd supplication. William Cullen Bryant, A Forest Hymn. Oh, leave this barren spot to me!Spare, woodman, spare the beechen tree! Thomas Campbell, The Beech-Tree's Petition. Es ist dafür gesorgt, dass die Bäume nicht in den Himmel wachsen. Care is taken that trees do not grow into the sky. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Wahrheit und Dichtung, Motto to Part III. Where is the pride of Summer,—the green prime,— The many, many leaves all twinkling?—threeOn the mossed elm; three on the naked lime Trembling,—and one upon the old oak tree! Where is the Dryad's immortality? Thomas Hood, Ode, Autumn. Nullam vare, sacra vite prius arborem. Plant no other tree before the vine. Horace, Carmina, I. 18. Imitation, in sense and meter from Alcæus. I think that I shall never scanA tree as lovely as a man. * * * *A tree depicts divinest plan,But God himself lives in a man. Joyce Kilmer, Trees. I think that I shall never seeA poem lovely as a tree. * * * *Poems are made by fools like me,But only God can make a tree. Joyce Kilmer, Trees. It was the noiseOf ancient trees falling while all was stillBefore the storm, in the long intervalBetween the gathering clouds and that light breezeWhich Germans call the Wind's bride. Charles Godfrey Leland, The Fall of the Trees. thumb|right|The highest and most lofty trees have the most reason to dread the thunder. ~ Charles Rollin This is the forest primeval. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Evangeline: A Tale of Acadie (1847), Introduction. Woodman, spare that tree! Touch not a single bough!In youth it sheltered me, And I'll protect it now. George P. Morris, Woodman, Spare That Tree. When the sappy boughsAttire themselves with blooms, sweet rudimentsOf future harvest. John Phillips, Cider, Book II, line 437. The highest and most lofty trees have the most reason to dread the thunder. Charles Rollin, Ancient History, Book VI, Chapter II, Section I. Stultus est qui fructus magnarum arborum spectat, altitudinem non metitur. He is a fool who looks at the fruit of lofty trees, but does not measure their height. Quintus Curtius Rufus, De Rebus Gestis Alexandri Magni, VII, 8. So bright in death I used to say, So beautiful through frost and cold!A lovelier thing I know to-day, The leaf is growing old,And wears in grace of duty done,The gold and scarlet of the sun. Margaret E. Sangster, A Maple Leaf. Now all the tree-tops lay asleep, Like green waves on the sea,As still as in the silent deep The ocean-woods may be. Percy Bysshe Shelley, The Recollection, II. The trees were gazing up into the sky,Their bare arms stretched in prayer for the snows. Alexander Smith, A Life-Drama, scene 2. A temple whose transepts are measured by miles, Whose chancel has morning for priest,Whose floor-work the foot of no spoiler defiles,Whose musical silence no music beguiles, No festivals limit its feast. Algernon Charles Swinburne, Palace of Pan, Stanza 8. The woods appearWith crimson blotches deeply dashed and crossed,—Sign of the fatal pestilence of Frost. Bayard Taylor, Mon-Da-Min, Stanza 38. The linden broke her ranks and rent The woodbine wreaths that bind her,And down the middle buzz! she went With all her bees behind her!The poplars, in long order due, With cypress promenaded,The shock-head willows two and two By rivers gallopaded. Alfred Tennyson, Amphion, Stanza 5. O Love, what hours were thine and mine,In lands of palm and southern pine; In lands of palm, of orange-blossom,Of olive, aloe, and maize, and vine. Alfred Tennyson, The Daisy, Stanza 1. Sure thou did'st nourish once! and many springs, Many bright mornings, much dew, many showers,Passed o'er thy head; many light hearts and wings, Which now are dead, lodg'd in thy living bowers. And still a new succession sings and flies; Fresh groves grow up, and their green branches shootTowards the old and still-enduring skies; While the low violet thrives at their root. Henry Vaughan, The Timber. In such green palaces the first kings reign'd,Slept in their shades, and angels entertain'd;With such old counsellors they did advise,And by frequenting sacred groves grew wise. Edmund Waller, On St. James' Park, line 71. A brotherhood of venerable Trees. William Wordsworth, Sonnet composed at Castle——. One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man,Of moral evil and of good, Than all the sages can. William Wordsworth, The Tables Turned. The Bible The earth brought forth vegetation, plants yielding seed according to their own kinds, and trees bearing fruit in which is their seed, according to its kind. And God saw that it was good. Genesis 1:12. Thou shalt not destroy the trees thereof by forcing an axe against them: for thou mayest eat of them, and thou shalt not cut them down (for the tree of the field is man's life). Deuteronomy 20:19. In the place where the tree falleth, there it shall be. Ecclesiastes, XI. 3. The tree is known by his fruit. Matthew, XII. 33. Spreading himself like a green bay-tree. Psalms, XXXVII. 35. Happy is the man … his delights is in the law of the Lord, and on his law he meditates day and night. He is like a tree planted by streams of water, that yields its fruit in its season, and its leaf does not wither. Psalms 1:1-3. The fruitage of the righteous one is a tree of life, and the one who wins souls is wise. Proverbs 11:30, NWT Expectation postponed makes the heart sick, but a desire realized is a tree of life. Proverbs 13:12, NWT The angel cried with a loud voice, saying, Hurt not the earth, neither the sea, nor the trees. Revelation 7:3. The trees are coming into leafLike something almost being said;The recent buds relax and spread,Their greenness is a kind of grief.Is it that they are born againAnd we grow old? No, they die too.Their yearly trick of looking newIs written down in rings of grain.Yet still the unresting castles threshIn fullgrown thickness every May.Last year is dead, they seem to say,Begin afresh, afresh, afresh. Philip Larkin, "Trees", High Windows (1974) Specific types Acacia thumb|right Acacia are also commonly known as wattles. Lightly the breath of the spring wind blows, Though laden with faint perfume, 'Tis the fragrance rare that the bushman knows, The scent of the wattle bloom. Adam Lindsay Gordon, By Wood and Wold Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations Quotes reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 3. A great acacia, with its slender trunkAnd overpoise of multitudinous leaves,(In which a hundred fields might spill their dewAnd intense verdure, yet find room enough)Stood reconciling all the place with green. Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Aurora Leigh (1856), Book VI. Light-leaved acacias, by the door, Stood up in balmy air,Clusters of blossomed moonlight bore, And breathed a perfume rare. George MacDonald, Song of the Spring Nights, Part I. Our rocks are rough, but smiling thereTh' acacia waves her yellow hair,Lonely and sweet, nor loved the lessFor flow'ring in a wilderness. Thomas Moore, Lalla Rookh (1817), "Light of the Harem". Almond (Prunus dulcis) thumb|right|I said to the almond tree: "Speak to me of God"and the almond tree blossomed. ~ Nikos Kazantzakis thumb|right|Here was an almond tree in bloom before me: I must reach out and cut a flowering branch. ~ Nikos Kazantzakis I said to the almond tree: "Speak to me of God."and the almond tree blossomed. Nikos Kazantzakis, in The Fratricides (1964) I heard the bells from the future churches, the children playing and laughing in the schoolyards … and here was an almond tree in bloom before me: I must reach out and cut a flowering branch. For, by believing passionately in something which still does not exist, we create it. The nonexistent is whatever we have not sufficiently desired, whatever we have not irrigated with our blood to such a degree that it becomes strong enough to stride across the somber threshold of nonexistence. Nikos Kazantzakis, in Report to Greco (1965) Ash (Fraxinus) The ash her purple drops forgivinglyAnd sadly, breaking not the general hush; The maple swamps glow like a sunset sea,Each leaf a ripple with its separate flush; All round the wood's edge creeps the skirting blaze, Of bushes low, as when, on cloudy days,Ere the rain falls, the cautious farmer burns his brush. James Russell Lowell, An Indian-Summer Reverie, Stanza 11, reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 45. Aspen (Populus Tremuloides) THE quiet of the evening hourWas laid on every summer leaf;That purple shade was on each flower,At once so beautiful, so brief,Only the aspen knew not rest,But still, with an unquiet song,Kept murmuring to the gentle west,And cast a changeful shade along. Letitia Elizabeth Landon The London Literary Gazette, 21st August, 1830, 'The Aspen Tree', also published in The Vow of the Peacock, (1835) Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations Quotes reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 45. What whispers so strange at the hour of midnight, From the aspen leaves trembling so wildly?Why in the lone wood sings it sad, when the bright Full moon beams upon it so mildly? B. S. Ingemann, The Aspen. At that awful hour of the Passion, when the Saviour of the world felt deserted in His agony, when— "The sympathizing sun his light withdrew, And wonder'd how the stars their dying Lord could view"—when earth, shaking with horror, rung the passing bell for Deity, and universal nature groaned, then from the loftiest tree to the lowliest flower all felt a sudden thrill, and trembling, bowed their heads, all save the proud and obdurate aspen, which said, "Why should we weep and tremble? we trees, and plants, and flowers are pure and never sinned!" Ere it ceased to speak, an involuntary trembling seized its very leaf, and the word went forth that it should never rest, but tremble on until the day of judgment. Legend, from Notes and Queries, first series, Volume VI, No. 161. Beneath a shivering canopy reclined,Of aspen leaves that wave without a wind,I love to lie, when lulling breezes stirThe spiry cones that tremble on the fir. John Leyden, Noontide. And the wind, full of wantonness, wooes like a loverThe young aspen-trees till they tremble all over. Thomas Moore, Lalla Rookh (1817), Light of the Harem. Do I? yea, in very truth do I,An 'twere an aspen leaf. William Shakespeare, II Henry IV, Act II, scene 4, line 117. O had the monster seen those lily handsTremble like aspen-leaves, upon a lute. William Shakespeare, Titus Andronicus (c. 1584-1590), Act II, scene 5, line 45. Birch (Betula) Rippling through thy branches goes the sunshine,Among thy leaves that palpitate forever,And in thee, a pining nymph had prisonedThe soul, once of some tremulous inland river,Quivering to tell her woe, but ah! dumb, dumb forever. James Russell Lowell, The Birch Tree, reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 70. Prophetess of the spring’s rebirth!You show its light to those who mourn,Brightening autumn with your mirth. Adam Sedia, "To the Autumn Birches", The Society of Classical Poets (October 12, 2024) Cedar (Cedrus) Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations Quotes reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 91. O'er yon bare knoll the pointed cedar shadowsDrowse on the crisp, gray moss. James Russell Lowell, An Indian-Summer Reverie. Thus yields the cedar to the axe's edge,Whose arms gave shelter to the princely eagle. William Shakespeare, Henry VI, Part III (c. 1591), Act V, scene 2, line 11. High on a hill a goodly Cedar grewe,Of wond'rous length and straight proportion,That farre abroad her daintie odours threwe;'Mongst all the daughters of proud Libanon,Her match in beautie was not anie one. Edmund Spenser, Visions of the World's Vanitie, Stanza 7. Cherry (Cerasus) Sweet is the air with the budding haws, and the valley stretching for miles belowIs white with blossoming cherry-trees, as if just covered with lightest snow. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Christus, Golden Legend, Part IV, reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 109. Chestnut (Castanea Vesca) When I see the chestnut lettingAll her lovely blossoms falter down, I think, "Alas the day!" Jean Ingelow, The Warbling of Blackbirds, reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 109. The chestnuts, lavish of their long-hid gold,To the faint Summer, beggared now and old,Pour back the sunshine hoarded 'neath her favoring eye. James Russell Lowell, Indian-Summer Reverie, Stanza 10, reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 109. Cypress (Cupressus) Dark tree! still sad when other's grief is fled,The only constant mourner o'er the dead. Lord Byron, Giaour, line 286, reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 255. Elm (Ulmus) And the great elms o'erheadDark shadows wove on their aërial looms,Shot through with golden thread. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Hawthorne, Stanza 2, reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 219. In crystal vapour everywhereBlue isles of heaven laughed between,And far, in forest-deeps unseen,The topmost elm-tree gather'd green From draughts of balmy air. Alfred Tennyson, Sir Launcelot and Queen Guinevere, reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 219. Fig (Ficus) Close by a rock, of less enormous height,Breaks the wild waves, and forms a dangerous strait;Full on its crown, a fig's green branches rise,And shoot a leafy forest to the skies. Homer, The Odyssey (c. 8th century BC), Book XII, line 125. Pope's translation. So counsel'd he, and both together wentInto the thickest wood; there soon they choseThe fig-tree, not that kind for fruit renowned,But such as at this day to Indians knownIn Malabar or Decan spreads her arms,Branching so broad and long, that in the groundThe bended twigs take root, and daughters growAbout the mother tree, a pillar'd shadeHigh overarch'd, and echoing walks between. John Milton, Paradise Lost (1667; 1674), Book IX, line 1,099. Fir (Abies) Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations Quotes reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 272. A lonely fir-tree is standing On a northern barren height;It sleeps, and the ice and snow-drift Cast round it a garment of white. Heinrich Heine, Book of Songs, Lyrical Interlude No. 34. I remember, I remember The fir-trees dark and high;I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky. Thomas Hood, I Remember, I Remember. a drear-nighted December, Too happy, happy tree,Thy branches ne'er remember Their green felicity. John Keats, Stanzas. Kindles the gummy bark of fir or pine,And sends a comfortable heat from far,Which might supply the sun. John Milton, Paradise Lost (1667; 1674), Book X, line 1,076. Hemlock (Tsuga Canadensis) O Tannenbaum, O Tannenbaum, Wie treu sind deine Blätter.Du grünst nicht nur zur Sommerzeit, Nein, auch im Winter wenn es schneit,O Tannenbaum, O Tannenbaum, Wie treu sind deine Blätter. O hemlock-tree! O hemlock-tree! how faithful are thy branches!Green not alone in summer time,But in the winter's frost and rime!O hemlock-tree! O hemlock-tree! how faithful are thy branches! August Zarnack's version of Old German Folk Song. Translation by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Hemlock-Tree; reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 365. Laurel (Laurus Nobilis) LAUREL, n. The 'laurus', a vegetable dedicated to Apollo, and formerly defoliated to wreathe the brows of victors and such poets as had influence at court. ('Vide supra.') Ambrose Bierce, The Cynic's Dictionary (1906); republished as The Devil's Dictionary (1911). The laurel-tree grew large and strong, Its roots went searching deeply down;It split the marble walls of Wrong, And blossomed o'er the Despot's crown. Richard Henry Horne, The Laurel Seed; reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 439. This flower that smells of honey and the sea,White laurustine, seems in my hand to be A white star made of memory long agoLit in the heaven of dear times dead to me. Algernon Charles Swinburne, Relics; reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 439. Linden (Tilia) The linden in the fervors of JulyHums with a louder concert. William Cullen Bryant, Among the Trees; reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 460. If thou lookest on the lime-leaf, Thou a heart's form will discover;Therefore are the lindens ever Chosen seats of each fond lover. Heinrich Heine, Book of Songs, New Spring, No. 31, Stanza 3; reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 460. Maple The maples carried the people through, provided food just when they needed it most. Robin Wall Kimmerer, Braiding Sweetgrass: Indigenous Wisdom, Scientific Knowledge and the Teachings of Plants 16 September 2013 Milkweed Editions 978-1-57131-871-8 68 Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations Quotes reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 494. The scarlet of the maples can shake me like a cry,Of bugles going by. Bliss Carman, Vagabond Song. That was a day of delight and wonder.While lying the shade of the maple trees under—He felt the soft breeze at its frolicksome play;He smelled the sweet odor of newly mown hay. Thomas Dunn English, Under the Trees. I mark me how today the maples wear A look of inward burgeoning, and I feelColours I see not in the naked air, Lance-keen, and with the little blue of steel. Edward O'Brien, In Late Spring. Mulberry Tree (Morus) Retracing our steps to the garden we see two trees which are redolent of the past - a medlar and a mulberry. This last is not a beautiful tree. It covers itself with such dense masses of heavy foliage; its form has neither grace nor dignity - and yet we love it. C. Trollope, Suite: In Chill October, The Gentleman's Magazine (April, 1899). O, the mulberry-tree is of trees the queen!Bare long after the rest are green;But as time steals onwards, while none perceivesSlowly she clothes herself with leaves—Hides her fruit under them, hard to find. * * * * *But by and by, when the flowers grow fewAnd the fruits are dwindling and small to view—Out she comes in her matron graceWith the purple myriads of her race;Full of plenty from root to crown,Showering plenty her feet adown.While far over head hang gorgeouslyLarge luscious berries of sanguine dye, For the best grows highest, always highest, Upon the mulberry-tree. Dinah Craik, The Mulberry-Tree, reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 534. Oak (Quercus) What stories shared between these gnarled trees,What secrets shared twixt these and smiling breezeSoftly singing, “So much more left to see…” D.R. Rainbolt, "Oaks of Righteousness", The Society of Classical Poets (September 18, 2024) Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations Quotes reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 563. A song to the oak, the brave old oak, Who hath ruled in the greenwood long;Here's health and renown to his broad green crown, And his fifty arms so strong.There's fear in his frown when the Sun goes down, And the fire in the West fades out;And he showeth his might on a wild midnight, When the storms through his branches shout. H. F. Chorley, The Brave Old Oak. The oak, when living, monarch of the wood;The English oak, which, dead, commands the flood. Charles Churchill, Gotham, I, 303. Old noted oak! I saw thee in a moodOf vague indifference; and yet with meThy memory, like thy fate, hath lingering stoodFor years, thou hermit, in the lonely seaOf grass that waves around thee! John Clare, The Rural Muse, Burthorp Oak. thumb|right|The monarch oak, the patriarch of the trees, Shoots rising up, and spreads by slow degrees. Three centuries he grows, and three he stays Supreme in state; and in three more decays. John Dryden The monarch oak, the patriarch of the trees,Shoots rising up, and spreads by slow degrees.Three centuries he grows, and three he staysSupreme in state; and in three more decays. John Dryden, Palamon and Arcite, Book III, line 1,058. Tall oaks from little acorns grow. David Everett, Lines for a School Declamation. The oaks with solemnity shook their heads; The twigs of the birch-trees, in tokenOf warning, nodded,—and I exclaim'd: "Dear Monarch, forgive what I've spoken!" Heinrich Heine, Songs, Germany, Caput XVII. Those green-robed senators of mighty woods,Tall oaks, branch-charmed by the earnest stars,Dream, and so dream all night without a stir. John Keats, Hyperion (1818-19), Book I, line 73. The tall Oak, towering to the skies,The fury of the wind defies,From age to age, in virtue strong.Inured to stand, and suffer wrong. James Montgomery, The Oak. There grewe an aged tree on the greene;A goodly Oake sometime had it bene,With armes full strong and largely displayed,But of their leaves they were disaraydeThe bodie bigge, and mightely pight,Thoroughly rooted, and of wond'rous hight;Whilome had bene the king of the field,And mochell mast to the husband did yielde,And with his nuts larded many swine:But now the gray mosse marred his rine;His bared boughes were beaten with stormes,His toppe was bald, and wasted with wormes,His honour decayed, his braunches sere. Edmund Spenser, Shepheard's Callender, "Februarie". Peabody Museum of Salem Our Mountains are cover'd with Imperial OakWhose Roots, like our liberties, ages have nourishedBut long e're our Nation submits to the YokeNot a Tree shall be left on the Field where it FlourishedShould Invasion impend, every Tree would defendFrom the Hill tops they shaded, our Shores to defendFor ne'er shall the Sons of Columbia be SlavesWhile the Earth bears a Plant, or the Sea rolls its Waves. Caption from a bowl made in Liverpool, for export to the US Palm (Arecaceae) Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations Quotes reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 577. As the palm-tree standeth so straight and so tall,The more the hail beats, and the more the rains fall. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Annie of Tharaw; translation from the German of Simon Dach, line 11. First the high palme-trees, with braunches faire,Out of the lowly vallies did arise,And high shoote up their heads into the skyes. Edmund Spenser, Virgil's Gnat, line 191. Next to thee, O fair gazelle,O Beddowee girl, beloved so well;Next to the fearless Nedjidee,Whose fleetness shall bear me again to thee;Next to ye both I love the Palm,With his leaves of beauty, his fruit of balm;Next to ye both I love the TreeWhose fluttering shadow wraps us threeWith love, and silence, and mystery! Bayard Taylor, The Arab to the Palm. Of threads of palm was the carpet spunWhereon he kneels when the day is done,And the foreheads of Islam are bowed as one!To him the palm is a gift divine,Wherein all uses of man combine,—House and raiment and food and wine!And, in the hour of his great release,His need of the palms shall only ceaseWith the shroud wherein he lieth in peace."Allah il Allah!" he sings his psalm,On the Indian Sea, by the isles of balm;"Thanks to Allah, who gives the palm!" John Greenleaf Whittier, The Palm-Tree. What does the good ship bear so well?The cocoa-nut with its stony shell,And the milky sap of its inner cell. John Greenleaf Whittier, The Palm-Tree. Pine (Pinus) We are like Caribbean pine Caribbean pines. Our souls usually don't thrive during good times. Our hearts grow complacent, our need of God becomes less urgent, our hope of heaven dims, and our prayer life often dries up. We may be planted in a beautiful setting with our needs met and every resource at our fingertips, but our soul shrivels. It seems we need an occasional blast of storm or fiery trial, if our faith is to mature. Joni Eareckson Tada, Keeping Faith When Life Hurts: 100 Devotions for Hard Days (2026), Day 82: Caribbean Pines, page 175 Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations Quotes reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 563. Shaggy shadeOf desert-loving pine, whose emerald scalpNods to the storm. Lord Byron, The Prophecy of Dante, Canto II, line 63. Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines. Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Hymn Before Sunrise in the Vale of Chamouni. 'Twas on the inner bark, stripped from the pine, Our father pencilled this epistle rare;Two blazing pine knots did his torches shine, Two braided pallets formed his desk and chair. Durfee, What-Cheer, Canto II. As sunbeams stream through liberal spaceAnd nothing jostle or displace,So waved the pine-tree through my thoughtAnd fanned the dreams it never brought. Ralph Waldo Emerson, Woodnotes, II. Like two cathedral towers these stately pinesUplift their fretted summits tipped with cones;The arch beneath them is not built with stones,Not Art but Nature traced these lovely lines,And carved this graceful arabasque of vines;No organ but the wind here sighs and moans,No sepulchre conceals a martyr's bones,No marble bishop on his tomb reclines.Enter! the pavement, carpeted with leaves,Gives back a softened echo to thy tread!Listen! the choir is singing; all the birds,In leafy galleries beneath the eaves,Are singing! listen, ere the sound be fled,And learn there may be worship without words. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Sonnets, My Cathedral. Under the yaller pines I house, When sunshine makes 'em all sweet-scented,An' hear among their furry boughs The baskin' west-wind purr contented. James Russell Lowell, The Biglow Papers, Second Series, No. 10. The pine is the mother of legends. James Russell Lowell, The Growth of a Legend. To archèd walks of twilight groves,And shadows brown that Sylvan loves,Of pine. John Milton, Il Penseroso (1631), line 133. Here also grew the rougher rinded pine,The great Argoan ship's brave ornament. Edmund Spenser, Virgil's Gnat, line 209. Ancient Pines,Ye bear no record of the years of man.Spring is your sole historian. Bayard Taylor, The Pine Forest of Monterey. Stately Pines,But few more years around the promontoryYour chant will meet the thunders of the sea. Bayard Taylor, The Pine Forest of Monterey. Poplar (Populus Fastigiata) We knew it would rain, for the poplars showed The white of their leaves, the amber grainShrunk in the wind,—and the lightning now Is tangled in tremulous skeins of rain. Thomas Bailey Aldrich, Before the Rain, reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 655. Trees that, like the poplar, hit upward all their boughs, give no shade and no shelter, whatever their height. Trees the most lovingly shelter and shade us, when, like the willow, the higher soar their summits, the lowlier droop their boughs. Edward Bulwer-Lytton, What Will He Do With It? (1858), Book XI, Chapter X, introductory lines. Tulip-Tree (Liriodendron Tulipifera) Heed not the night; a summer lodge amid the wild is mine—'Tis shadowed by the tulip-tree, 'tis mantled by the vine. William Cullen Bryant, A Strange Lady, Stanza 6; reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 823. The tulip-tree, high up,Opened, in airs of June, her multitudeOf golden chalices to humming birdsAnd silken-winged insects of the sky. William Cullen Bryant, The Fountain, Stanza 3; reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 823. Umbellularia The Spice-Tree lives in the garden green, Beside it the fountain flows;And a fair Bird sits the boughs between, And sings his melodious woes. * * * * * *That out-bound stem has branches three; On each a thousand blossoms grow;And old as aught of time can be, The root stands fast in the rocks below. John Sterling, The Spice-Tree, Stanzas 1 and 3. Willow (Salix) Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations Quotes reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 872. I'll hang my harp on a willow tree. John, Lord Elphinstone; also credited to Thomas Haynes Bayly. Willow, in thy breezy moan,I can hear a deeper tone;Through thy leaves come whispering low,Faint sweet sounds of long ago—Willow, sighing willow! Felicia Hemans, Willow Song. All a green willow, willow,All a green willow is my garland. John Heywood, The Green Willow. The willow hangs with sheltering grace And benediction o'er their sod,And Nature, hushed, assures the soul They rest in God. Crammond Kennedy, Greenwood Cemetery. Near the lake where drooped the willow,Long time ago. George P. Morris, Near the Lake. We hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof. Psalms. CXXXVII. 2. Know ye the willow-tree, Whose grey leaves quiver,Whispering gloomily To yon pale river?Lady, at even-tide Wander not near it:They say its branches hide A sad, lost spirit! William Makepeace Thackeray, The Willow-Tree. Yew (Taxus) Yew Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations Quotes reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 921. Careless, unsocial plant! that loves to dwell'Midst skulls and coffins, epitaphs and worms:Where light-heel'd ghosts and visionary shades,Beneath the wan, cold Moon (as Fame reports)Embodied, thick, perform their mystic rounds.No other merriment, dull tree! is thine. Robert Blair, The Grave, line 22. For there no yew nor cypress spread their gloomBut roses blossom'd by each rustic tomb. Thomas Campbell, Theodric, line 22. Slips of yewSliver'd in the moon's eclipse. William Shakespeare, Macbeth (1605), Act IV, scene 1, line 27. Of vast circumference and gloom profound,This solitary Tree! A living thingProduced too slowly ever to decay;Of form and aspect too magnificentTo be destroyed. William Wordsworth, Yew-Trees. There is a Yew-tree, pride of Lorton Vale,Which to this day stands single, in the midstOf its own darkness, as it stood of yore. William Wordsworth, Yew-Trees''. See also Flowers Forest Fruit Nature Plants Root Tree climbing External links Tree tree Arboriculture Category:Trees hr:Drvo