Number 19

If I were thinking of the trees as musical instruments, I would see the willow as a harp.

Number 18

Sometimes with an old tree, it seems enough only to breathe in its presence.

Number 17

Francis Ponge in his book Mute Objects of Expression, a collection of musing on a natural world and poetry from 1976, writes in a chapter called "The Pine Woods Notebook":  "Each pine wood is like a natural sanatorium, also a music hall...a chamber, a vast cathedral for meditation (fortunately a cathedral without a pulpit) open to all winds, but through so many doors it's as though they were closed.  For winds hesitate before them." 
This inscription, for me, adds to the spirit of all coniferous forests.

Number 16

Early each day the birds start singing from the top of the trees.  With the breaking of the light, their voices descend through the moist air, bearing the music of their miniature hearts.  When they sing, they radiate light.  It's as if they bring on the dawn.