“The trees of the LORD are well watered, the cedars of Lebanon that he planted.There the birds make their nests; the stork has its home in the pine trees.”

“Yet for the first time in three days, I want something. I want the forest lord to turn me into a cedar. The very oldest islanders say that if you are in the interior mountains on the night when the forest lord counts his trees, he includes you in the number and turns you into a tree.”

“My birthday began with the water -Birds and the birds of the winged trees flying my name.”

“A billboard announced JESUS IS LORD AT THE PINE TREE MOTEL."What, nowhere else?" I wondered out loud.”

“Our tree became the talking tree of the fairy tale; legends and stories nestled like birds in its branches.”

“Unsettled, a bird lost from the flock --Keeps flying by itself in the dusk.Back and forth, it has no resting place,Night after night, more anguished its cries.Its shrill sound yearns for the pure and distant --Coming from afar, how anxiously it flutters!It chances to find a pine tree growing all apart;Folding its wings, it has come home at last.In the gusty wind there is no dense growth;This canopy alone does not decay.Having found a perch to roost on,In a thousand years it will not depart.”