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Trees become strong thanks to branches.

The lesser cannot comprehend the greater, it can only believe that the leaf cannot understand the tree.

The suburb is where the developer uprooted the trees, paved the streets and gave them the names of the trees.

Trees are like people, and also love the company of their own kind. Only a few prefer solitude.

I like trees: in my opinion, they are better than others able to put up with the conditions of life.

It was quiet and solemn. The trees, shrouded in their white robes, slumbered in motionless majesty. Sometimes a piece of snow broke off from the upper branch, and you could hear how it rustled, falling and clinging to other branches.

- No way. I am a simple fellow who does not bother to think about what would happen if he were like this and would not be like that. I live in both yards and my trees are always taller. In a word, Mr. Fisher, there are two people sitting in front of you. And one thing you need to fear, you owe him.

And this gray gloom is suddenly dissolved by people. People who have been around for a long time. People who have been with you recently. Genuine sincerity rings in the surrounding air, and you smile with your heart and soul, because someone prematurely gives gifts to someone for the holidays, gently hugs their shoulders, brews fragrant tea. And you are covered with an immense feeling of gratitude. For the fact that there is a family, true friends, favorite work, hobbies, new projects. Just because the house smells incredibly delicious. Fresh pastries, cocoa with spices, the last November roses. And you, closing your eyes for a moment, inhale this quiet love into yourself, and then you calm down, slow down. And waiting for a magical December ...

Would you be so kind as to think about the question: what would your good do if evil did not exist, and what would the earth look like if shadows disappeared from it? After all, shadows are obtained from objects and people. Here is the shadow of my sword. But there are shadows from trees and from living beings. Don't you want to rip the whole globe, blowing away all the trees and all living things from it because of your fantasy of enjoying the naked light?

These walls, trees, bushes, these scenery painted on canvas have seen the most sublime love created by the imagination of poets who stand a hundred cubits higher than ordinary people.

The trees fall, but the growth grows, and in the change of days the forest is eternal.

October is like an aftertaste after a good wine... Summer is long over, but the weather is pampering, the sun is warming, and nature is driving you crazy with its beauty. The city was transformed, the boring streets were suddenly covered with a yellow carpet, the trees changed color, releasing multi-colored gray hair among the foliage, the air smelled of something special, and the heart was filled with some kind of quiet romance - the desire to pour a glass of wine, light candles and dance to your favorite quiet melody. ..

Old age does not exist. At least there is no continuous pangs of old age at the end of life: every year we, like trees, experience bouts of old age. We lose foliage, clarity of spirit, taste for life. Then everything comes back. Not just: childhood, maturity, old age. We have our own seasons several times in our lives, but their change is elusive for us: it is not natural.