"Nothing is holier, nothing is more exemplary than a beautiful, strong tree. When a tree is cut down and reveals its naked death-wound to the sun, one can read its whole history in the luminous, inscribed disk of its trunk: in the rings of its years, its scars, all the struggle, all the suffering, all the sickness, all the happiness and prosperity stand truly written, the narrow years and the luxurious years, the attacks withstood, the storms endured. And every young farmboy knows that the hardest and noblest wood has the narrowest rings, that high on the mountains and in continuing danger the most indestructible, the strongest, the ideal trees grow.
Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth. They do not preach learning and precepts, they preach, undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life."
- Hermann Hesse

we would live forever in the hands of the gods
we got the same struggle
unfathomable odds
so we stay strong and remain humble
even though we may stumble
keep the keel even if though waves rough
i’m calm in the face of a major struggle
with a cake-eating grin as i'm paying double
i ain't never met an enemy yet that
hypothetically won't turn into a friend or lover
so no i don't wonder
the world is too wonderful
everything we want will surely come to us
there's no problem
what is so obvious to me
is we get trapped by what we commonly believe
what we were taught to teach
the professors as an axe in a classroom chopping little-kid logs into of average cubes
life in the lumber yard we slumber hard as society is crumbling we have to choose
if we gon live forever

"A tree says: A kernel is hidden in me, a spark, a thought, I am life from eternal life. I was made to form and reveal the eternal in my smallest special detail. A tree says: My strength is trust. I know nothing about my fathers, I know nothing about the thousand children that every year spring out of me. I live out the secret of my seed to the very end, and I care for nothing else. I trust that God is in me. I trust that my labor is holy. Out of this trust I live."
- Hermann Hesse

the old oak live forever
he gon give incredible gifts conituously
basket ash live forever
he gon keep giving freely all the splints that we sit and weave
sugar maple live forever
she give sap that we boil down to syrup and drink
apple gon live forever
she gon feed you when you need to eat for free
that’s pretty sweet
the trees live forever
i love trees