Prvi maj je i praznik drveća! FOTO & VIDEO

U nekim dijelovima svijeta, Prvi maj se slavi kao praznik rada, u drugima slave plodnost i početak novog života, a negdje se naziva ARBOUR DAY – Dan sadnje drveća. Nisam bila danas u prilici posaditi drvo, ali mogu “posaditi “post o mojoj velikoj ljubavi – drveću. Imam cijelu galeriju fotografija drveća, ali ne stanu sve ovdje…

Ne bih mogla živjeti, ne mogu i ne želim zamisliti Zemlju bez ijednog drveta u blizini. Bez njihove vječne obnove života, rasta, snage, pouzdanosti, šuštanja, zelenila, mirisa i hlada. Drveće, hvala Vam!

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I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are written by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
~Joyce Kilmer, “Trees,” 1914

Only when the last tree has died and the last river been poisoned and the last fish been caught will we realise we cannot eat money. – Poslovica Cree Indijanaca

If you would know strength and patience, welcome the company of trees.  ~Hal Borland

The true meaning of life is to plant trees, under whose shade you do not expect to sit.  ~Nelson Henderson

Trees are the earth’s endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.  ~Rabindranath Tagore, Fireflies, 1928

Trees are poems that earth writes upon the sky, We fell them down and turn them into paper,
That we may record our emptiness. ~Kahlil Gibran

For in the true nature of things, if we rightly consider, every green tree is far more glorious than if it were made of gold and silver.  ~Martin Luther

God has cared for these trees, saved them from drought, disease, avalanches, and a thousand tempests and floods.  But he cannot save them from fools.  ~John Muir

I frequently tramped eight or ten miles through the deepest snow to keep an appointment with a beech-tree, or a yellow birch, or an old acquaintance among the pines.  ~Henry David Thoreau

The best time to plant a tree was 20 years ago.  The next best time is now.  ~Kineska poslovica



Because he called the forest “Brother,” because he called the Earth his mother,
they drove him out into the rain.
Some people even said that the boy from the country was insane.

Because he spoke to the fish in the creek. He tried to tell us that the animals could speak.
Who knows? Perhaps they do.
How do you know they don’t just because they’ve never spoken to you?

Boy from the country left his home when he was young, boy from the country, he loves the Sun.
He tried to tell us that we should love the land.
We just turned our heads and laughed. You see we did not understand.
Sometimes I think the boy from the country is the only one who sees,
’cause the boy from the country doesn’t want to see the forest for the trees.

Boy from the country left his home when he was young, boy from the country, he loves the Sun.

Yes, he does, yes, he does!

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