Trees always were the most important things on earth for Katie. They make the air we breathe. And they make us feel good. Which is just as much the air we breathe.
Anytime she couldn’t find him. She knew where to look. Not in the bushes or behind the playground equipment but up. He was a climber, like his dad and always took to the trees.
She literally hugged trees. The bugs and bark and sap did nothing to stop her. She had taken something once at a party, loved it, continued to take it, and now…and now she hugged trees and her eyes looked ever surprised.
‘The highways have been sighted making inroads to the east. They appear to be advancing towards the Acadian woods. The trees appear to be holding their ground. The situation looks like it could get nasty.’
The trees whisper to me, sending dappled light dancing across my face as I watch the blue sky that will soon fade to gray. Winter is coming. You still live in green now, but you will loose the leaves soon, turning into skeletons of wood.
The trees they grow so high. With all their mysterious wonders. The wood lice live there. In tiny wooden huts, invisible to the naked eye, or even to advance high precision electron microscopes, whoa! nuts.
Behind the trees lies the thought of you… your essence derives from the scent of the bark, your voice comes from the whispers of the wind against the leaves- the tree is you and you it. I adore the tree.
The trees spread all over campus. They were quite beautiful; bursting orange, red, and yellow. It was a welcoming town. And for once, I felt like I fit in.
Down by the river bank, there are trees, little trees, big trees, but there is one special tree. It is right in the middle full of thick branches. When I climb to the top, I feel invisible, and theres nothing greater.
I cast around to examine this new landscape. Certainly there were no buildings, no roads, no lamp posts, or anything else to say city. No, instead there was light grass and a few scattered trees, boulders and dirt; it all smelt so clean and fresh, not like anywhere I had been before.
Ah, trees. Well obviously I think about how people are eco-friendly. But you know, I always find things like this over-rated. Like people talk about it so much, that it doesn’t have the original meaning? Ugh, done already. ^^”
green, fluffy, looming, scary at times. weeping willows. infront of a stone built house, with a kid playing outside. a big tree on a big house on a big street.
From above, they looked so tiny, though as the seconds passed, they grew from tiny patches of fur on the earths flanks, to a hairy grave… next time pack your own parachute.
There, in the milky fog I saw the shadows stir. Be it the trees as they sashay to the touch of the breeze, or be it the one who waits patiently, watching for the first sign of weakness before coming in for the final kill?
We used to have two trees at the bottom of a hill next to our house. One died so we had to cut it down. I won’t lie, I was slightly relieved. It’s a lot more difficult to control a sled than you might realize, and having one instead of two enormous obstacles at the bottom of an icy slope definitely made me feel more comfortable.
the man approached the tree not knowing what it was capable of. He heard the whispering, and somewhere in the back of his mind he almost felt as if he was hearing someone else’s thoughts.
The trees protected him from the vanities of the more material world with their gracious shade. Sounds of careless leaves rustling in the gentle afternoon breezes; he wondered how he was to survive the impending cruelties of a merciless winter.
Trees. Trees are so cool. Sometimes when I draw trees, I make the trunk bright bluwe and the leaves pink! I feel like drawings of trees are always either super realistic or super unrealistic. I like trees. I like when they give me shade. The hipsters at UC Berkeley like to sit under trees and study Sociology.
the trees are starting to change from green to multi-color, and time seems like it’s passing faster than I can grasp. but time within me isn’t passing at all…i hardly notice anything anymore, let alone the colorful world thats beginning to surround me. when did that happen?
I LOVE trees. Aren’t they just the best? Always there for us. Providing shade and oxygen. Never asking for anything, just standing there. The breeze billows through their leaves making the most comforting sound. I think I will go out side and say hi to my lovely, giant trees now.
It was quiet inside the forest, but a sort of silence that felt boxed in. The air was close in between the trees. Moss grew at their base and they seemed to grow straight up into the clouds.
they are big and beautiful. They are green and are a sign of life and death to me. The breath life and sometimes if they are strong enough you can climb them.
you can get away from people and look down on the world and all the beauty that has come from mother nature. What a total fucking hippy.
“If it wasn’t for trees, I think I’d go crazy,” she said, walking beneath the oaken boughs. “Why?” I asked. “Because they give the oxygen that I need, for one. Don’t people go crazy when they can’t breathe?”
We took the kids to a ranch last week to go camping. Boy did we have fun. Horseback riding, riding a slippery slide, and playing in the forest. The forest was heaven… endless seas of evergreen trees to play in and hide in. It was pure heaven!
Trees trees everywhere, but not a drop to drink. it was illogical, but there were no streams nearby, and Jason’s water purifier and iodine tablets were going to waste as he thirsted out there in the wilderness. Clearly they survived on rain, but there was no promise of that anytime soon, and anyway he didn’t have anything to collect the rain in.
i once saw a tree that glowed in the night, and all the other trees were jealous of its bright…i saw its leaves fall off as other trees stood, but the branches never broke under it, the winter came and so did spring and that tree took to heart all of that mean…but then it learned from the sun and soon he began to bud…
Trees always were the most important things on earth for Katie. They make the air we breathe. And they make us feel good. Which is just as much the air we breathe.
Anytime she couldn’t find him. She knew where to look. Not in the bushes or behind the playground equipment but up. He was a climber, like his dad and always took to the trees.
She raised her eyes and smiled.
“I found you”
There are no trees here. I’m in a datacenter. No windows. Just false light and miles of cable. Blegh.
She literally hugged trees. The bugs and bark and sap did nothing to stop her. She had taken something once at a party, loved it, continued to take it, and now…and now she hugged trees and her eyes looked ever surprised.
The green beauty that allows me to relax just by looking at it. It is the flower of nature.
beauty green red colours life squirrel bird light sky leaves light
The trees outside my window blow gently in the warm summer breeze. I feel safe in their natural guardian role.
I like trees. They’re colorful. They’re shady. I would live in one if I was small enough.
The latest report from S2 has just come in.
‘The highways have been sighted making inroads to the east. They appear to be advancing towards the Acadian woods. The trees appear to be holding their ground. The situation looks like it could get nasty.’
The trees were all swaying in the wind with their leaves upturned, and the sky was gray with the upcoming storm.
The trees whisper to me, sending dappled light dancing across my face as I watch the blue sky that will soon fade to gray. Winter is coming. You still live in green now, but you will loose the leaves soon, turning into skeletons of wood.
The trees they grow so high. With all their mysterious wonders. The wood lice live there. In tiny wooden huts, invisible to the naked eye, or even to advance high precision electron microscopes, whoa! nuts.
Behind the trees lies the thought of you… your essence derives from the scent of the bark, your voice comes from the whispers of the wind against the leaves- the tree is you and you it. I adore the tree.
The trees spread all over campus. They were quite beautiful; bursting orange, red, and yellow. It was a welcoming town. And for once, I felt like I fit in.
Down by the river bank, there are trees, little trees, big trees, but there is one special tree. It is right in the middle full of thick branches. When I climb to the top, I feel invisible, and theres nothing greater.
I cast around to examine this new landscape. Certainly there were no buildings, no roads, no lamp posts, or anything else to say city. No, instead there was light grass and a few scattered trees, boulders and dirt; it all smelt so clean and fresh, not like anywhere I had been before.
Trees.
Ah, trees. Well obviously I think about how people are eco-friendly. But you know, I always find things like this over-rated. Like people talk about it so much, that it doesn’t have the original meaning? Ugh, done already. ^^”
green, fluffy, looming, scary at times. weeping willows. infront of a stone built house, with a kid playing outside. a big tree on a big house on a big street.
its green it gives us oxygen ..take away carbondioxide its sa
From above, they looked so tiny, though as the seconds passed, they grew from tiny patches of fur on the earths flanks, to a hairy grave… next time pack your own parachute.
There, in the milky fog I saw the shadows stir. Be it the trees as they sashay to the touch of the breeze, or be it the one who waits patiently, watching for the first sign of weakness before coming in for the final kill?
the overhanging trees are our roof, they keep us safe from the rain as we lay naked in the grass.
You provide me life,
oxygen,
air.
And in return, I will burn you down,
Destroy your land,
Corrupt your soil.
Sounds like a pretty terrible deal to me…
your MOM was a tree. I got nothin
We used to have two trees at the bottom of a hill next to our house. One died so we had to cut it down. I won’t lie, I was slightly relieved. It’s a lot more difficult to control a sled than you might realize, and having one instead of two enormous obstacles at the bottom of an icy slope definitely made me feel more comfortable.
The trees reached toward the moon with gnarled limbs, like it was grasping for the icy blue orb.
the man approached the tree not knowing what it was capable of. He heard the whispering, and somewhere in the back of his mind he almost felt as if he was hearing someone else’s thoughts.
The trees protected him from the vanities of the more material world with their gracious shade. Sounds of careless leaves rustling in the gentle afternoon breezes; he wondered how he was to survive the impending cruelties of a merciless winter.
The trees, too, cocked an ear as you dropped names like a bird fumbling over her seeds.
Trees. Trees are so cool. Sometimes when I draw trees, I make the trunk bright bluwe and the leaves pink! I feel like drawings of trees are always either super realistic or super unrealistic. I like trees. I like when they give me shade. The hipsters at UC Berkeley like to sit under trees and study Sociology.
the trees are starting to change from green to multi-color, and time seems like it’s passing faster than I can grasp. but time within me isn’t passing at all…i hardly notice anything anymore, let alone the colorful world thats beginning to surround me. when did that happen?
I LOVE trees. Aren’t they just the best? Always there for us. Providing shade and oxygen. Never asking for anything, just standing there. The breeze billows through their leaves making the most comforting sound. I think I will go out side and say hi to my lovely, giant trees now.
It was quiet inside the forest, but a sort of silence that felt boxed in. The air was close in between the trees. Moss grew at their base and they seemed to grow straight up into the clouds.
When I open my eyes, I see a tree,
I think the tree is staring at me.
It wants to be, what it just cannot be.
For it will always, always be… a tree.
they are big and beautiful. They are green and are a sign of life and death to me. The breath life and sometimes if they are strong enough you can climb them.
you can get away from people and look down on the world and all the beauty that has come from mother nature. What a total fucking hippy.
“If it wasn’t for trees, I think I’d go crazy,” she said, walking beneath the oaken boughs. “Why?” I asked. “Because they give the oxygen that I need, for one. Don’t people go crazy when they can’t breathe?”
We took the kids to a ranch last week to go camping. Boy did we have fun. Horseback riding, riding a slippery slide, and playing in the forest. The forest was heaven… endless seas of evergreen trees to play in and hide in. It was pure heaven!
Trees trees everywhere, but not a drop to drink. it was illogical, but there were no streams nearby, and Jason’s water purifier and iodine tablets were going to waste as he thirsted out there in the wilderness. Clearly they survived on rain, but there was no promise of that anytime soon, and anyway he didn’t have anything to collect the rain in.
i once saw a tree that glowed in the night, and all the other trees were jealous of its bright…i saw its leaves fall off as other trees stood, but the branches never broke under it, the winter came and so did spring and that tree took to heart all of that mean…but then it learned from the sun and soon he began to bud…