#trees

She was sitting in a garden more beautiful than even her rampaging imagination could ever have conjured up, and she was being serenaded by trees. ↗

— Lynn Kurland

#trees #beauty

From barren brown stems to glistening leaf-buds; from the leaf-buds to snowy virginity of bloom…It was like a flute song forgotten in another existence and remembered again. What? How? Why? This singing she heard that had nothing to do with her ears. The rose of the world was breathing out smell. It followed her through all her waking moments and caressed her in her sleep. ↗

— Zora Neale Hurston

#nature #trees #beauty

Full of beautiful grace so we steal their space, and death comes quickly. ↗

— Sara Quin

#beautiful-grace #death-comes-quickly #our-trees #sara-quin #steal

But the trees seemed to know me. They whispered among themselves and beckoned me nearer. And looking around, I noticed the other small trees and wild plants and grasses had sprung up under the protection of the trees we had placed there. The trees had multiplied! They were moving. In one small corner of the world, Grandfather's dream was coming true and the trees were moving again. ↗

— Ruskin Bond

#trees #dreams

She was talking to a tree. Just talking to a tree. Totally normal. People probably did it every day here. They're only trees. She fought an insane urge to laugh. ↗

— Ruth Frances Long

#jack-o-the-forest #jenny #realm #talking #trees