quote by Peter Seller

Let us learn to appreciate there will be times when the trees will be bare, and look forward to the time when we may pick the fruit.

— Peter Seller

Sensational Bare Trees quotations

Bare trees quote If you don't like where you're at, move you're not a tree.

If you don't like where you're at, move you're not a tree.

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My sorrow, when she's here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; she loves the bare, the withered tree; she walks the sodden pasture lane.

In the entire circle of the year there are no days so delightful as those of a fine October, when the trees are bare to the mild heavens, and the red leaves bestrew the road, and you can feel the breath of winter, morning and evening - no days so calm, so tenderly solemn, and with such a reverent meekness in the air.

Bare trees quote The axe forgets what the tree remembers.

The axe forgets what the tree remembers.

To eat figs off the tree in the very early morning, when they have been barely touched by the sun, is one of the exquisite pleasures of the Mediterranean.

Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintry light.

Buttercups and daisies, Oh, the pretty flowers;

Coming ere the spring time, To tell of sunny hours. When the trees are leafless; When the fields are bare; Buttercups and daisies Spring up here and there.

Bare trees quote Give me six hours to chop down a tree and I will spend the first four sharpening

Give me six hours to chop down a tree and I will spend the first four sharpening the axe.

O, the mulberry-tree is of trees the queen! Bare long after the rest are green;

But as time steals onwards, while none perceives Slowly she clothes herself with leaves.

Over and over, we begin again.

But, for all that, they had a very pleasant walk.

The trees were bare of leaves, and the river was bare of water-lilies; but the sky was not bare of its beautiful blue, and the water reflected it, and a delicious wind ran with the stream, touching the surface crisply.

Bare trees quote Each time you read a book, a tree smiles knowing there's life after death.

Each time you read a book, a tree smiles knowing there's life after death.

A pine tree standeth lonely In the North on an upland bare;

It standeth whitely shrouded With snow, and sleepeth there. It dreameth of a Palm tree Which far in the East alone, In the mournful silence standeth On its ridge of burning stone.

Gently I stir a white feather fan, With open shirt sitting in a green wood.

I take off my cap and hang it on a jutting stone; A wind from the pine-tree trickles on my bare head.

The wind that makes music in November corn is in a hurry.

The stalks hum, the loose husks whisk skyward in half-playing swirls, and the wind hurries on.... A tree tries to argue, bare limbs waving, but there is no detaining the wind.

Bare trees quote Storms make trees take deeper roots.

Storms make trees take deeper roots.

The sharp knife of dawn glitters in my hand but how bare is everything-tall tall tree infinite air, the unrelaxing tension of the world and only hope, hope only, the kind eagle soars and wheels in flight.

Like a fierce wind roaring high up in the bare branches of trees, a wave of passion came over me, aimless but surging . . . I suppose it's lust, but it's awful and holy like thunder and lightning and the wind.

Old age is a flight of small cheeping birds skimming bare trees above a snow glaze.

Bare trees quote An unbending tree is easily broken.

An unbending tree is easily broken.

The roofs are shining from the rain, The sparrows twitter as they fly, And with a windy April grace The little clouds go by. Yet the back yards are bare and brown With only one unchanging tree- I could not be so sure of Spring Save that it sings in me.

How wonderful is Cold Mountain Climbers are all afraid The moon shines on clear water twinkle twinkle Wind rustles the tall grass Plum trees flower in the snow Bare twisted trees have clouds for foliage A touch of rain brings it all alive Unless you see clearly do not approach

Each solstice is a domain of experience unto itself.

At the Summer Solstice, all is green and growing, potential coming into being, the miracle of manifestation painted large on the canvas of awareness. At the Winter Solstice, the wind is cold, trees are bare and all lies in stillness beneath blankets of snow.

Bare trees quote All trees are losing their leaves, and not one of them is worried.

All trees are losing their leaves, and not one of them is worried.

Peace to these little broken leaves, That strew our common ground;

That chase their tails, like silly dogs, As they go round and round. For though in winter boughs are bare, Let us not once forget Their summer glory, when these leaves Caught the great Sun in their strong net; And made him, in the lower air, Tremble - no bigger than a star!

Oh to be free of myself, With nothing left to remember, To have my heart as bare As a tree in December; Resting, as a tree rests After its leaves are gone, Waiting no more for a rain at night Nor for the red at dawn.

Sensing us, the trees tremble in their sleep, The living leaves recoil before our fires, Baring to us war-charred and broken branches, And seeing theirs, we for our own destruction weep.

Bare trees quote Be like a tree and let the dead leaves drop

Be like a tree and let the dead leaves drop

Winter then in its early and clear stages, was a purifying engine that ran unhindered over city and country, alerting the stars to sparkle violently and shower their silver light into the arms of bare upreaching trees. It was a mad and beautiful thing that scoured raw the souls of animals and man, driving them before it until they loved to run. And what it did to Northern forests can hardly be described, considering that it iced the branches of the sycamores on Chrystie Street and swept them back and forth until they rang like ranks of bells.

Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee,Whether the summer clothe the general earth with greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing between the tufts of snow on the bare branch Of mossy apple tree.

How torturous is the "churchly" language one must speak in church - the tone, style, habit. It is all artificial; there is a total absence of a simple human language. With what a sigh of relief one leaves this world of cassocks, and kissing and church gossip. As soon as one leaves, one sees: wet bare branches, fog which floats over fields, trees, homes. Sky. Early dusk. And it all tells an incredibly simple truth.

Bare trees quote I took a walk in the woods and came out taller than the trees.

I took a walk in the woods and came out taller than the trees.

Then was I as a tree whose boughs did bend with fruit;

but in one night, a storm or robbery, call it what you will, shook down my mellow hangings, nay, my leaves, and left me bare to weather.

Enormous morning, ponderous, meticulous;

gray light streaking each bare branch, each single twig, along one side, making another tree, of glassy veins.

Old age is a flight of small cheeping birds skimming bare trees above a snow glaze. Gaining and failing they are buffeted by a dark wind - But what? On harsh weedstalks the flock has rested - the snow is covered with broken seed husks and the wind tempered with a shrill piping of plenty.

Bare trees quote If you don't like how things are, change it! You're not a tree.

If you don't like how things are, change it! You're not a tree.

And as, when all the summer trees are seen So bright and green, The Holly leaes a sober hue display Less bright than they, But when the bare and wintry woods we see, What then so cheerful as the Holly-tree?

As the spring comes on, and the densening outlines of the elm give daily a new design for a Grecian urn, — its hue, first brown with blossoms, then emerald with leaves, — we appreciate the vanishing beauty of the bare boughs. In our favored temperate zone, the trees denude themselves each year, like the goddesses before Paris, that we may see which unadorned loveliness is the fairest.

But days even earlier than these, in April, have a charm, — even days that seem raw and rainy, when the sky is dull and a bequest of March - wind lingers, chasing the squirrel from the tree and the children from the meadows. There is a fascination in walking through these bare early woods, – there is such a pause of preparation, winter's work is so cleanly and thoroughly done. Everything is taken down and put away.

Bare trees quote Be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees

Be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars.

Let the children be free; encourage them; let them run outside when it is raining; let them remove their shoes when they find a puddle of water; and when the grass of the meadows is wet with dew, let them run on it and trample it with their bare feet; let them rest peacefully when a tree invites them to sleep beneath its shade; let them shout and laugh when the sun wakes them in the morning.

To the great tree-loving fraternity we belong.

We love trees with universal and unfeigned love, and all things that do grow under them or around them - the whole leaf and root tribe. Not alone when they are in their glory, but in whatever state they are - in leaf, or rimed with frost, or powdered with snow, or crystal-sheathed in ice, or in severe outline stripped and bare against a November sky - we love them.

Spend your brief moment according to nature's law, and serenely greet the journey's end as an olive falls when it is ripe, blessing the branch that bare it, and giving thanks to the tree that gave it life.

Bare Foot Folk and is full of really interesting songs, Ange Hardy takes folk tales and creates new folk songs that sound traditional around the story. This is one she's called mother willow tree, it's beautiful

The night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow;

But a tyrant spell has bound me And I cannot, cannot go. The giant trees are bending Their bare boughs weighed with snow; The storm is fast descending, And yet I cannot go. Clouds beyond clouds above me, Wastes beyond wastes below; But nothing drear can move me; I will not, cannot go.

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