Quote by Anon., Testimony of the Tree

For a hundred years I breathe and live, the flower of beauty and the bread of kindness. I am your friendly shade in the noonday heat of summer, and I stand pencilled against the winter twilight, a silhouette for dreams. At dawning in the spring I am filled with song, the host to a thousand birds, and I decorate the autumn with pageantry and colour.Then comes the woodsman with his axe.And still I serve.I am the timber that builds your boat; the rafters of your cathedrals; the choirstalls of your church enriched by the magic of the carver's fingers. I am the beam that holds your house; the door of your homestead, and the lintel too. I am the handle of your hoe; the wood of your cradle; the bed on which you lie; the board of your table and the board for your bread.When I am living, harm me not.When I am dead, respect me and use me kindly.


For a hundred years I breathe and live, the flower of beauty

Summary

This quote highlights the importance and value of trees in our lives. It personifies the tree as a provider of beauty and kindness, offering shade, shelter, and nourishment. This quote asks us to appreciate and protect trees, for they serve us in various ways. They give us timber to build our homes, cathedrals, and tools, like handles and boards. The quote requests that we recognize the role of trees even after they are cut down, calling for respectful and mindful use of their remains. Ultimately, the quote emphasizes our reliance on and interdependence with nature.

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By Anon., Testimony of the Tree
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