Do trees have brains and talk to each other? They are intelligent, express emotions and make friends

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[Crucial]

Carrot Juice Is Murder

by The Arrogant Worms

Listen up brothers and sisters,
Come hear my desperate tale.
I speak of our friends of nature
Trapped in the dirt like a jail.

Vegetables live in oppression,
Served on our tables each night.
This killing of veggies is madness,
I say we take up the fight.

Salads are only for murderers,
Coleslaw’s a fascist regime.
Don’t think that they don’t have feelings
Just ‘cause a radish can’t scream.

CHORUS:
I’ve heard the screams of the vegetables, (Scream, scream, scream)
Watching their skins being peeled. (Having their insides revealed)
Grated and steamed with no mercy. (Burning off calories)
How do you think that feels? (Bet it hurts really bad.)

Carrot juice constitutes murder, (And that’s a real crime.)
Greenhouses prisons for slaves. (Let my vegetables go.)
It’s time to stop all this gardening. (It’s dirty as hell.)
Let’s call a spade a spade. (...is a spade, is a spade, is a spade, is a...)

I saw a man eating celery,
So I beat him black and blue.
If he ever touches a sprout again,
I’ll bite him clean in two.

I’m a political prisoner,
Trapped in a windowless cage,
‘Cause I stopped the slaughter of turnips
By killing five men in a rage.

I told the judge when he sentenced me,
“This is my finest hour!
I’d kill those farmers again
Just to save one more cauliflower.”

CHORUS

How low as people do we dare to stoop?
Making young broccolis bleed in the soup!
Untie your beans, uncage your tomatoes,
Let potted plants free, don’t mash that potato!
Wo, wo, wo...

I’ve heard the screams of the vegetables, (Scream, scream, scream)
Watching their skins being peeled. (Fates in the stir fry are sealed)
Grated and steamed with no mercy. (You fat gourmet scum)
How do you think that feels? (Leave them out in the fields.)

Carrot juice constitutes murder, (V-8’s genocide.)
Greenhouses prisons for slaves. (Yes, your compost’s a grave.)
It’s time to stop all this gardening. (Take up macrame.)
Let’s call a spade a spade. (...is a spade, is a spade, is a spade...)
Is a spade, is a spade, is a spade.

[DUMBGRUNT]

”Think of it Mandrake, little children’s ice cream!”

Only pure grain alcohol and rainwater!
Good thing is isn't wood alcohol!

[Talisker]

The Secret Life of Plants
Published March 8, 1989
Then this is all settled science!
Looks to be a fun read.

Well if dates are your thing, Newton published his first two laws in 1687.

[jonrick46]

With mind control and wood pencils, the trees would have the whole thing wrapped up. LOL!

[Harmless Teddy Bear]

It is a lovely poem.

[PLMerite]

#HardWoodMatters

[Rebelbase]

Trees make friends?

They gotta but the dumbest creations if they’re hanging out with poison ivy.

[Pelham]

[Daffynition]

We saw what was on the back of your flatbed, as you drove away. ;)

[Daffynition]

When man gets involved, trees are interesting

But I love it when trees are left to their own devices...

A tree grows through the bumper of a VW Beetle near Fuldatal, Germany, 06 November 2009. The Beetle was supposedly the first car to cross the German-German border after the Berlin Wall was opened. Hidden in a garden it is a little memorial of German-German history. Its owner Otto Weimann says three hours after the Wall was opened, two GDR citizens approached him. 'They needed money and offered me their car at a reasonable price,' he says 'that's when I took the opportunity.' Surprisingly, the car is not a Wartburg or Trabant but a 46er Beetler. EPA/UWE ZUCCHI

[Daffynition]

[nutmeg]

[combat_boots]

The Pando, Quaking Aspen: http://indianapublicmedia.org/amomentofscience/quaking-aspen/

Pretty trees, Aspens.

[Daffynition]

Tree growing in rotting paper, Detroit Public Schools book depository.

[Daffynition]

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The Sound of Trees

 

I wonder about the trees.

Why do we wish to bear

Forever the noise of these

More than another noise

So close to our dwelling place?

We suffer them by the day

Till we lose all measure of pace,

And fixity in our joys,

And acquire a listening air.

They are that that talks of going

But never gets away;

And that talks no less for knowing,

As it grows wiser and older,

That now it means to stay.

My feet tug at the floor

And my head sways to my shoulder

Sometimes when I watch trees sway,

From the window or the door.

I shall set forth for somewhere,

I shall make the reckless choice

Some day when they are in voice

And tossing so as to scare

The white clouds over them on.

I shall have less to say,

But I shall be gone.

 

Robert Frost

[DUMBGRUNT]

The Sound of Trees

What a nice way to top off a tree tread!

[Daffynition]

Fortunately for us, Frost has several poems of tree themes. Good stuff.

[nutmeg]

Tree growing in rotting paper, Detroit Public Schools book depository.

WOW. Just wow. Sure tells you all you need to know about Detroit, doesn't it??

[Daffynition]

Amazing image...gets your attention, fer sure

[GOPJ]

You're bound to get idears if you go thinkin' about stuff” - - Steinbeck