And the needles of the pine trees, freshly washed to a deep, rich green, shimmered with droplets that blinked like clear crystals.
It was a map. A really crudely drawn map of trees, mountains that looked like upside-down Vs, and stick people. Apparently, drawing was not one of Athena's skills.
The Christmas tree, twinkling with lights, had a mountain of gifts piled up beneath it, like offerings to the great god of excess.
It is no loss to mankind when one writer decides to call it a day. When a tree falls in the forest, who cares but the monkeys?
I dropped out of school in the fourth grade to work in a shoe factory before I took up farming. I grew salmon—on trees.
A tree has leaves like man has hair. Some men go winter in the summer, and other men, like me, like skiing on skin.
Can the government grow the economy like a farmer grows an erection, or a male porn star grows a tree?
What should the yogi have to fear? Trees, plants, and all that is inside and outside, is He Himself
As long as I live, I will always remember those wee children standing at the railing on that ship." - John Hanlon, the sailor
A tree can be tempted out of its winter dormancy by a few hours of southerly sun—the readiness to believe in spring is stronger than sleep or sanity.
Don't pretend like you know me 'cause you shook some neighborhood tree and got a li'l rotten fruit.
Look lak we done run our conversation from grass roots tuh pine trees.
Here I am," I say to the palm trees. "I can do this. Watch me.
A chill December morning dawned, with rags and tatters of mist hanging on the trees like poor people’s washing.
Rilke wrote: 'These trees are magnificent, but even more magnificent is the sublime and moving space between them, as though with their growth it too increased.
...I'm hanging onto my sanity by a thread. I'll have you up against this tree and be inside you in about one second.
Then she sighed. Just the faintest, softest release of breath. The sound swept through his chest like a hurricane, with the force to topple trees.
The evolution of human mentality has put us all in vitro now, behind the glass wall of our own ingenuity.
The Americans won't win. They're not fighting for their homeland. They just want to be good. In order to be good, they just have to fight awhile and then leave.
I think trees should bloom earlier in the spring. They act like they are on a schedule. It’s not like they have anywhere to go.
I thought it was a tree log, but it was just an erect elephant penis. But that didn’t stop me from trying to throw it on the campfire.
