A tree says: My strength is trust.
I know nothing about my fathers,
I know nothing about the thousand children
that every year spring out of me.
I live out the secret of my seed to the very end,
and I care for nothing else.
I trust that God is in me.
I trust that my labor is holy. Out of this trust I live.
Whoever has learned how to listen to trees
no longer wants to be a tree.
He wants to be nothing except what he is.
That is home. That is happiness.
― Hermann Hesse