forest

Forest is a dream where you may find yourself and dream is a forest where you may lose yourself!

You can walk in a dream while you are awake: Just walk in the misty morning of a forest!

It's when the seed grows up that it is known as a tree. Nobody calls the "seedlings" as "trees" and no seedling is ever useful because it doesn't produce fruits! You got to grow up!

Within every little dream seed is the potential viability of sprouting to becoming a great forest.

You don__ write a book when God called you to publish a library! You don__ plant a tree when God send you to cultivate a forest! You don__ evangelize to a crowd when God called you for a multitude! No matter the circumstances, find yourself doing something relevant and do it till all is well done!

Dreams appear as seeds that when planted, must become a forest reserve.

When you are good at despising little things, you are likely to throw away the tiny match stick that has the potential of putting the entire forest on fire! Little things do carry heavy potentials!

The cloudless day is richer at its close;A golden glory settles on the lea;Soft, stealing shadows hint of cool reposeTo mellowing landscape, and to calming sea.And in that nobler, gentler, lovelier light,The soul to sweeter, loftier bliss inclines;Freed form the noonday glare, the favour__ sightIncreasing grace in earth and sky divines.But ere the purest radiance crowns the green,Or fairest lustre fills th_ expectant grove,The twilight thickens, and the fleeting sceneLeaves but a hallow__ memory of love!

We ought to discover the beauty of creation through a walk in nature.

Walk straight aheadListen to no oneTrust not in the walls or doorwaysFor they will misleadAnd close behind youAs you walk through The forest, not knowingWhere you__e come fromOr where you__e going _If anywhere at all.

So through endless twilights I dreamed and waited, though I knew not what I waited for. Then in the shadowy solitude my longing for light grew so frantic that I could rest no more, and I lifted entreating hands to the single black ruined tower that reached above the forest into the unknown outer sky. And at last I resolved to scale that tower, fall through I might; since it were better to glimpse the sky and perish, than to live without even beholding day.

Hide yourself in God, so when a man wants to find you he will have to go there first.

:Paintings are easy to see," he said after a moment. "Open, presented flat to the eye. Words are not easy. Words have to be discovered, deep in their pages, deciphered, translated, read. Words are symbols to be encoded, their letters trees in a forest, enmeshed, their tangled meanings never finally picked apart.

Not enough youths fighting windmills. And the old are fearful, jaded or dead. Do not ask me what to do. I am just as cowardly as you. And do not tell me it is enough to speak the truth; that it is bravery enough. Every mountain leveled to the ground, every forest burned, every man, woman, and child who lost their shanties to arsonist fires were defended to the heavens__ith words.

You don__ have to say everything to be a light. Sometimes a fire built on a hill will bring interested people to your campfire.

because she should be sure in her soul that the most terrifying thing in the forest was her

I'd like to make a twosome with two handsome trees. Make that a threesome as I'd also include a bush in the package, to keep it low profile.

The trees show definitions of themselves subtly like the face of a man.