February 18 2014 parkway 036

So the tree rustles in the evening,

when we stand uneasy before our own childish thoughts.

Trees have long thoughts, long-breathing and restful,

just as they have longer lives than ours.

They are wiser than we are,

as long as we do not listen to them.

But when we have learned how to listen to trees,

then the brevity and the quickness

and the childlike hastiness of our thoughts

achieve an incomparable joy.

Whoever has learned how to listen to trees

no longer wants to be a tree.

He wants to be nothing except what he is.

That is home.

That is happiness.

 

Herman Hesse

 

Photo by Woodland Gnome 2014

 

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