Saturday, September 12, 2009

All it has experienced, tasted, suffered:
The course of years,
generations of animals,
oppression, recovery,
friendship of sun and wind,
will pour forth each day in the song
of its rustling foliage,
in the friendly gesture of its gently swaying crown,
in the delicate sweet scent of resinous sap
moistening the sleep-glued buds,
and the eternal game of lights and shadows
it plays with itself, content.
Herman Hesse

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