More and more I have come to admire resilience.
Not the simple resistance of a pillow, whose foam
returns over and over to the same shape, but the sinuous
tenacity of a tree: finding the light newly blocked on one side,
it turns in another. A blind intelligence, true.
But out of such persistence arose turtles, rivers,
mitochondria, figs–all this resinous, unretractable earth.
–Jane Hirshfield, American poet, born 1953
What did the tree learn from the earth to be able to talk with the sky?
~ Pablo Neruda
He who plants a tree
Plants a hope.
~ Lucy Larcom