Ray Bradbury. The Martian Chronicles (№ 270749)

The tree, something which only it can't... you can paint nature, stretches out the shadow, usypal the earth with fruit. Or becomes the realm of children's games - a celestial world where you can climb, to play, to hang on hand... a Magnificent structure that carries food and joy, that is a tree. But above all, trees are a source of life - giving cool air to the lungs and the gentle rustling, which coddles your ears and lulls you at night when you're lying in a snow-white bed.