“A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm,waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm likeworship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, theirsongs never cease. -John Muir, naturalist, explorer, and writer (1838-1914)”
“Love is like that tree. Every storm it breaks, but when the storm is over and the sky has cleared it is never broken.”
“Cinder," Iko said after a few silent minutes of explorations. "I'm enormous.”
“He had fallen out of the ugly tree, and hit every branch.”
“My people are few. They resemble the scattering trees of a storm-swept plain...There was a time when our people covered the land as the waves of a wind-ruffled sea cover its shell-paved floor, but that time long since passed away with the greatness of tribes that are now but a mournful memory.”
“The few trees still upright were stripped of their branches, lonely flagpoles without a nation to claim them.”