Chapter 297: Dendrology

Between every two pines is

a doorway to a new world.

John Muir

Of all man's works of art, a cathedral is greatest.

A vast and majestic tree is greater than that.

Henry Ward Beecher

Learn character from trees,

values from roots, and change from leaves.

Tasneern Harneed

For in the true nature of things,

if we rightly consider, every green tree

is far more glorious than if it were made

of gold and silver.

Martin Luther

There is always Music amongst the Trees

in the Garden, but our hearts must be very

quiet to hear it.

Minnie Aumonier

I am like a tree.

My leaves might change color,

but my roots are the same.

Rose Namajunas

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There is nothing to be seen here

Other than the lush greeneries

Of the many diverse branches

Where the nest is part of home

The universe remotely moves

Into the air, a life endures

The moving cosmos

The impetus, the forces

Of those clarified to be true

Yet false, eternity reigns

The tree is eternal in kindness

It gives the shade, exhales oxygen

From the roots to the mighty twigs

The tree stands proud

Oblivious, but never blind

There also exists

An ecosystem

The order of things

As love moves into descent

A witness to the cloud

The weary, stormy kind

The wind swayed everything

But the root remains still

The soil holds it together

The inundation went by livid

But the tree in itself reminds

The cosmos is nothing but right

Without the tree of life

Hail, now, someone must say!

To curse the living nightmare

One may be compelled

But to ease a troubling manner

Through a lie, full throttle

Where is the substance?

That holds the endless love?

If not destructive, then was it chaotic?

Undesirable to an extent?

Where forests thrive, order exists

But one may question

The magic of trees

What it is then, 

If not a Christmas tree?

Fully decorated

Of the many wrapped gifts

Onward, inside, and all in between

Substantially correct

Without remorse for the twigs

Magical, as nature obligates

The law of eternity rages

Besides the many clouds

Of rain, a living water drops

As the sun brightly shines

Nature recalls, it beckons still

And then the life of man

Starts to relive.

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