It all I can do not to cry. I make myself wood I say to myself, Celie, you a tree. That’s how I come to know trees fear man.

Come with me to howling tree?””What?””Howling tree. It’s a place a found. Come on

He who plants a tree, plants a hope.

Words, no matter whether they are vocalized and made into sounds or remain unspoken as thoughts, can cast an almost hypnotic spell upon you. You easily lose yourself in them, become hypnotized into implicitly believing...

Weeping willows always remind me of summer. And sadness. Please stop crying sweet tree.

There’s a tree,” Starflight said, jumping to his feet. “In the forest.””No way,” Glory said. “A tree in the forest?