Era plin cerul din orizonturi pana in zenit de uriase flori destulpinate. Pareau ca stau. Iar noi paream ca trecem, leganat si lin, pe sub statornicia lor, ca lunecam, inchisi in tarcul zarii, peste zari.
E limpede ca sufletul nostru, privindu-i, se rasfira printre nori si le impartaseste-o clipa soarta, iar dorul sau in ei se alina crescand.
– Petru Cretia-
A forest is not simply an accumulation of trees, but is itself a society, a community of trees that mutually influence each other, thus giving rise to a whole series of new phenomena that are not the properties of trees alone. Plants adapt not only to the new climates and soil conditions, but also to each other, as well as to the specific animals, insects, birds and bacteria that surround them.
The forest is an intricate, delicately balanced house of cards from which no one card can be pulled without the entire structure crashing down around our heads.
– David Suzuki –
For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And even more I revere them when they stand alone. They are like lonely persons. Not like hermits who have stolen away out of some weakness, but like great, solitary men, like Beethoven and Nietzsche. In their highest boughs the world rustles, their roots rest in infinity; but they do not lose themselves there, they struggle with all the force of their lives for one thing only: to fulfill themselves according to their own laws, to build up their own form, to represent themselves.