They shiver and scramble under the touch of the wind. Trying to debate which feeling is more intense, which helps them fall to the earth. Which way is the best way to fall? Ready to just run to the end, or ready to fall into the wind.. ready to give way to the wind.
They’re pretty big. And isn’t it weird how they’re alive but they don’t breathe? And they don’t have a heart? And they don’t get all burnt up in the sun? I dunno, trees are actually pretty creepy. They don’t cry, they don’t have feelings, but they’re alive. They’re definitely alive.
So much greenery! It’s exploding in my eyes! I should have gone to the eye doctor sooner and gotten a new prescription. Who knew that trees had leaves? Who knew that leaves had veins? I want to open those veins and suck out the marvelous life juice that makes a tree a tree!
Trees are very big. You know, like giants. People like to confuse them a lot and for some reason, children like to compare them. I hate children. They are the scum between my toes and do not even know where that reference comes from because they’re far too little. There is a range of children that I find acceptable to talk to and those are the ones that are my age or others that are far from even being able to talk.
I love trees. The green, the brown, everything. I don’t like things that fall from trees. But I do love the trees on the mountains. They are so pretty. Trees are even prettier when they have snow on them.
Double vision,
trees,
wobbling in and out,
meshing into
a dark green blob
in the moonlight,
fog on my window
glistening with pollution.
I heard a crash,
and watched as the red
came tumbling down on me
with its heat
like the trees.
I’m bothered by seeing fallen trees. It makes me feel powerless, aware of how vulnerable I am in life. If hundred-year-old trees can be struck down by lightening in the bat of an eye, I must barely be escaping sudden death myself . . .
Beautiful, lining the sky like pencils on a desk, yet brand new, uncut, still breathing, swaying, enjoying life outdoors rather than in the hand of someone who has no idea.
The trees surrounded him as he cradled the broken necklace in his arms. They couldn’t have broken it. They couldn’t have. They couldn’t have left it here, not here, this very place where the trees were malicious and threatened even the birds.
Trees grow. And so do I
I’m growing everyday and becoming more of who I am.
I can never be anyone else. Nor can you.
Learn to love not only everyone else but also yourself.
As us thespians say “Act your part well, for in it lies your honor.”
You’ve been cast as you in the play of Life. Act your part well.
And around me, trees… what would I do from here. Yes, I was picnicing, yes, I was enjoying the soft breeze that surrounded me and yes, I was here to calm my nerves… but I couldn’t. Fact was my only friends were the trees… and they did little to sooth my nerves.
Sometimes, a walk through the forest can be refreshing. Seeing the trees in passing and the wilderness around me makes me feel like no other. I lose myself in the sights and sounds of what surrounds me, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
i love them. they are big and beautiful. they provide us with air. They are like silent, wise giants! We would be nothing without them.
They give us so much and we take so much away from them
when will we start to appreciate them!
i usually enjoy going hiking and staring at the trees. wondering what they know because they must see hear and feel a lot. they are the elders of the world strong sturdy and wise… be careful what you say around them they are the holders of eternal judgment and time
Trees are tall and green and made for climbing and reaching dreams and mimicking with brocolie stalks and taking walks in shaded parks and when its dark, being scary monsters and making whispering sounds. I climbed a tree once and I wonder if it remembers me.
While running through the night forest, Tom, Eddie and Slurper were giggling about how the girls chasing them had shrieked in disgust when they mooned them at the girl scouts’ campfire. The boys were easily thirty yards ahead of the branch-wielding mob when suddenly all three of them hit their own personal, individually selected trees.
Beans rice, cheese enchilada and veggie burrito waiting at the end of the line between two trees betwixt my knees a sweaty pussy and a juicy lips see this is a relic of solipsistic thoughts who bought me my first lollipop?
sunlight streaming down through the branches, warms the bark of the tree we lay under, and your skin. the leaves wave soft hushed hellos at us, as you carve our initials into the tree, a 7th grade gesture of love at our ripe old age.
So what if i stand here, tied to this tree? So what if when people walk by, they think, Who is that crazy tied to a tree?” So what if there are plenty more logical ways to do this.
In all colors or the rainbow, the trees made the hills look lively and welcoming. Occasionally you could see a little bird flying in and out of the trees.
when I awoke all I could see were the tall, looming trees, surrounding me for as far as my temporarily blurred vision could see. with no recollection of how I’d arrived here or what day or time it was, I just hoped I would find my way through to something familiar and safe.
green and mean. they take my sun. not much fun. if they could run, id run them down. but its not fair because in this life i have the advantage. chop chop.
Are green, and they grow from the ground. A bushell of leaves gracing the heavens. I aly on my back and they cover my eyes. The cloud the ground, and reach for the sky. I am comforted by there eternal life.
I love trees. They make me happy, like dirt. I could sit under the trees, fly up to them. They are magical beings of joy. Never once have I been totally unhappy under a tree. They are beautiful.
The imminent surroundings,
the boastful green and radiant light
can shine through them and is enough
to break sweats and tears and any thing
imaginable as long as one wishes.
They shiver and scramble under the touch of the wind. Trying to debate which feeling is more intense, which helps them fall to the earth. Which way is the best way to fall? Ready to just run to the end, or ready to fall into the wind.. ready to give way to the wind.
The roots stretched on forever
Winding
binding
nothing is separte
though we fail to see
winding
binding
contrary becomes the human race.
They’re pretty big. And isn’t it weird how they’re alive but they don’t breathe? And they don’t have a heart? And they don’t get all burnt up in the sun? I dunno, trees are actually pretty creepy. They don’t cry, they don’t have feelings, but they’re alive. They’re definitely alive.
So much greenery! It’s exploding in my eyes! I should have gone to the eye doctor sooner and gotten a new prescription. Who knew that trees had leaves? Who knew that leaves had veins? I want to open those veins and suck out the marvelous life juice that makes a tree a tree!
Trees are very big. You know, like giants. People like to confuse them a lot and for some reason, children like to compare them. I hate children. They are the scum between my toes and do not even know where that reference comes from because they’re far too little. There is a range of children that I find acceptable to talk to and those are the ones that are my age or others that are far from even being able to talk.
I love trees. The green, the brown, everything. I don’t like things that fall from trees. But I do love the trees on the mountains. They are so pretty. Trees are even prettier when they have snow on them.
trees with the birds. birds with the trees. ah the wonders of life, as simple as can be.
Double vision,
trees,
wobbling in and out,
meshing into
a dark green blob
in the moonlight,
fog on my window
glistening with pollution.
I heard a crash,
and watched as the red
came tumbling down on me
with its heat
like the trees.
I’m bothered by seeing fallen trees. It makes me feel powerless, aware of how vulnerable I am in life. If hundred-year-old trees can be struck down by lightening in the bat of an eye, I must barely be escaping sudden death myself . . .
Beautiful, lining the sky like pencils on a desk, yet brand new, uncut, still breathing, swaying, enjoying life outdoors rather than in the hand of someone who has no idea.
I miss the trees. Redwoods are the most majestic living things in the world. If you ever go to Humboldt county stay.
The trees surrounded him as he cradled the broken necklace in his arms. They couldn’t have broken it. They couldn’t have. They couldn’t have left it here, not here, this very place where the trees were malicious and threatened even the birds.
Trees grow. And so do I
I’m growing everyday and becoming more of who I am.
I can never be anyone else. Nor can you.
Learn to love not only everyone else but also yourself.
As us thespians say “Act your part well, for in it lies your honor.”
You’ve been cast as you in the play of Life. Act your part well.
And around me, trees… what would I do from here. Yes, I was picnicing, yes, I was enjoying the soft breeze that surrounded me and yes, I was here to calm my nerves… but I couldn’t. Fact was my only friends were the trees… and they did little to sooth my nerves.
yo trees, they’re the bee’s knees, my name’s chris breeze, similar to weez, ya know i got the steez… bitch please. trees.
The trees are blooming and glittering in the bright morning spring sun! Green and vivacious they rise out stretching to touch the blue blue sky.
Sometimes, a walk through the forest can be refreshing. Seeing the trees in passing and the wilderness around me makes me feel like no other. I lose myself in the sights and sounds of what surrounds me, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
i smoke trees every damn day. and i love nature. its good, i heard that music helps plants grow. probably just a myth. but anyways, SMOKE WEED
i love them. they are big and beautiful. they provide us with air. They are like silent, wise giants! We would be nothing without them.
They give us so much and we take so much away from them
when will we start to appreciate them!
i usually enjoy going hiking and staring at the trees. wondering what they know because they must see hear and feel a lot. they are the elders of the world strong sturdy and wise… be careful what you say around them they are the holders of eternal judgment and time
Trees are tall and green and made for climbing and reaching dreams and mimicking with brocolie stalks and taking walks in shaded parks and when its dark, being scary monsters and making whispering sounds. I climbed a tree once and I wonder if it remembers me.
I don’t understand.
I’ll never understand.
The life you live is so simple.
But mine can never be.
While running through the night forest, Tom, Eddie and Slurper were giggling about how the girls chasing them had shrieked in disgust when they mooned them at the girl scouts’ campfire. The boys were easily thirty yards ahead of the branch-wielding mob when suddenly all three of them hit their own personal, individually selected trees.
Beans rice, cheese enchilada and veggie burrito waiting at the end of the line between two trees betwixt my knees a sweaty pussy and a juicy lips see this is a relic of solipsistic thoughts who bought me my first lollipop?
sunlight streaming down through the branches, warms the bark of the tree we lay under, and your skin. the leaves wave soft hushed hellos at us, as you carve our initials into the tree, a 7th grade gesture of love at our ripe old age.
So what if i stand here, tied to this tree? So what if when people walk by, they think, Who is that crazy tied to a tree?” So what if there are plenty more logical ways to do this.
Trees need friends too.
In all colors or the rainbow, the trees made the hills look lively and welcoming. Occasionally you could see a little bird flying in and out of the trees.
I feel a breeze in the air and the wind makes the trees dance and beautiful sounds fill my ears. It’s nature’s own little show.
when I awoke all I could see were the tall, looming trees, surrounding me for as far as my temporarily blurred vision could see. with no recollection of how I’d arrived here or what day or time it was, I just hoped I would find my way through to something familiar and safe.
time flows as the wind blows
! I wish you would spend more time like the money I blow! Time is money and money don’t grow on trees’s!
time flows as the wind blows
! I wish you would spend more time like the money I blow! Timw is money and money don’t grow on trees’s!
green and mean. they take my sun. not much fun. if they could run, id run them down. but its not fair because in this life i have the advantage. chop chop.
Trees are part of nature. They grow in the environment.They are really tall and animals live in them.
Are green, and they grow from the ground. A bushell of leaves gracing the heavens. I aly on my back and they cover my eyes. The cloud the ground, and reach for the sky. I am comforted by there eternal life.
they are a living things that breath out oxygen.
I love trees. They make me happy, like dirt. I could sit under the trees, fly up to them. They are magical beings of joy. Never once have I been totally unhappy under a tree. They are beautiful.
trees are silly, trees are fun, you can never have less then one.
green, soft, shade, cool, relax, history, woods, fall, fruit,
The imminent surroundings,
the boastful green and radiant light
can shine through them and is enough
to break sweats and tears and any thing
imaginable as long as one wishes.
Smell the trees, it’s the trees.