” Trees for the most part grow the same: from the ground up. They use gravity to guide them in their push for freedom finding the straight line up to heaven. In the good years they put on a show and they grow nice long branches loaded with leaves, flowers and fruits. In the bad years they grow under the ground: their roots get thicker and larger in search for food and water. If the light is hidden from them, they will seek it out. They will twist and turn their limbs until they reach the light and can grow straight toward the sky once again.
Trees, of the same kind, in the woods will connect with each other and their roots form one living carpet under the thin or thick layers of soil. They hold one another up together in the storms and brave the weather as one giant tree with many trunks.
I am a tree. I stretch out my roots to touch the next one and I find my way until my face bathes in the sun. I am the tree and I am the woods too. You hold me and I hold you. I protect you. And you, please, oh, please, just carry me through. ” Zsofia Pasztor