The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. Some see Nature all ridicule and deformity, and some scarce see Nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination, Nature is Imagination itself. - William Blake, 1799, The Letters “I am me no-one else to be and I exist even when my eyes are closed, and you’re still a dream you can say what you will, cause I’ll be a tree and just listen to the wind, and no-one else will know my love is really there.” - tree spirit