Green-Robed Senators

Those green-robed senators of mighty woods,
Tall oaks, branch-charmed by the earnest stars,
Dream, and so dream all night without a stir…

~ John Keats, Hyperion, Book I

When the oak is felled the whole forest echoes with it fall, but a hundred acorns are sown in silence by an unnoticed breeze.

~ Thomas Carlyle

The greatest achievement was at first and for a time a dream. The oak sleeps in the acorn, the bird waits in the egg, and in the highest vision of the soul a waking angel stirs. Dreams are the seedlings of realities.

~ James Allen

4 thoughts on “Green-Robed Senators

    • Thanks a lot. I’m happy that you like the poems.
      I’ve learned that oaks are survivors of all sorts of attacks on their existence.
      Weather, wind, insects and last but not least, humans.
      Nevertheless, some oak trees stand alone and unprotected for hundreds of years. It’s impressive ❤
      Stay Safe
      All the best,

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