“A tree is made to live in peace in the color of day and in friendship with the sun, the wind and the rain. Its roots plunge in thefat fermentation of the soil, sucking in its elemental humors, its fortifying juices. Trees always seem lost in a great tranquil dream. The dark rising sap makes them groan in the warm afternoons. A tree is a living being that knows the course of the clouds and presses the storms because it is full of birds' nests.” KnowsMadeDreamSeemsCoursesLostNatureDarkSunTreeColorWindBirdRainRootsPressesCloudsWarmStormRisingSoilAfternoonJuiceNestsPlungeTranquilSapElementalsFermentation Author:Jacques Roumain
“Heaven has its business and earth has its business: those are two separate things. Heaven, that's the angels' pasture; they are happy; they don't have to fret about food and drink. And you can be sure that they have black angels to do the heavy work like laundering the clouds or sweeping the rain and cleaning the sun after a storm, while the white angels sing like nightingales all day long or blow in those little trumpets like they show in the pictures we see in church.” LittlesLongTwoShowsEarthHeavenBlackChurchWhiteSunDrinkAngelRainPrejudiceCloudsBlowHeavyStormCleaningTrumpetsSweepingPasturesNightingalesFood And Drink Author:Jacques Roumain
