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Sentimental, you say? Antisocial? It is impossible to prefer trees to people? And I say: it depends on what trees and what men. About some nothing left than to wish them the cholera is in the intestines.

... just a shame, thought Jaime that his children grow up, thinking that the trees are only fuel, and his grandchildren will think the trees are old stories.

Illuminated by the moon nocella
Silent mouse the field;
Transparent stand trees,
Covered with dark -
When the Rowan, developing
The leaves that die
Jealous, fingering
Their vyalenie emerald, -
The sad fate of wandering
And gentle the lot of children;
And thousands of green fingers
Ranges many branches.

The tree, as if powerful and strong are his roots, you can uproot for an hour, but it takes years to become fruitful.

At night the trees asking each other: how they live without roots?

In such places it is better to be alone, right? And when the crowd, as if something is defiled, that is not the case in us and not someone personally... but these trees are such a sad beauty that they like can be insulting, shouting or even just talking.

Being among the trees, I notice that my breathing becomes smoother, I'm starting to feel the beating of your own heart, to know what harmony is moving the world around me, to hear the voices of the oceans, although never seen them and probably never will.

If you have no leaves, stem or roots, then how can you still call yourself a tree?

Trees I always admired,
Fear, storms, and even when
Thought it is time to die
They stubbornly continued to stand.

Among many of earth's wonders
There is -
The leaves circling in the wind,
Transformed the forest
In him there is peace.
It's not scary, it's not forever,
There will be peace snow,
And there, staring, and the spring will approach the line of
In time inevitable.
We have worse, but we are silent.
You, forest, sympathize.
Spring is youth,
if age is not a lot of winters
Passes one and the place is empty.
Grasp the air at the place that
Where we stand, where we're going.
But it's not terrible, since you benefits
And in our quiet underground
The tree will grow roots alive.
Pity us in the name
A lifetime of loyalty to our
The branches and foliage, and needles
Leave us your breath alive-
Let it grow my tree
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Look at two trees growing
From the root one.
Fate eh, is it a coincidence, but then
And without kinship - kinship.
When winter roars a Blizzard
When the frost is severe,-
Birch protects fir
From disastrous winds.
And in the heat when the grass burns
And needles fit to smolder,-
The birch of the shadow grant,
Will help to survive.
Nekrovnymi grow apart
Their closeness - forever.
And people - all so random at random,
And bitter shame.

The pines were dark, like the horns of demons, and the setting for the crown oaks the sun was turning the bare branches into the bloody bone.

Among the trees is always good, unlike people.

Trees are as alive as we are, only their life flows slower? Maybe for them the summer would be like for us one day: Wake up and fall asleep again. Thought they probably last a long time, and they talk so slowly that we their speech just not catching.