Trees are stealthy. They play things close to the vest and are in it for the long haul. They never make rash moves. Have you ever heard of a tree going bankrupt at some Indian casino? I rest my case.
Trees are discreet. They know how to keep a secret. Have you ever successfully eavesdropped on a tree convo? Of course not! They see you coming and clam right up!
Trees are plugged in. They move in circles of great influence. Well, not move exactly, but you get my drift. Trees have friends in high places, and I'm not just talking about birds!
Did you know that trees are an integral part of the long-running International Banking Conspiracy? Why do you think they call them branch offices? 'Nuff said.
Trees are hardy. Trees are survivors. That dimbulb Reagan once famously remarked about Redwoods that if you've seem one, you've seem them all. Well, he's long gone but the Redwoods are still here!
Reagan knew they were superior and hated them for it. So, he also tried to blame pollution on them, claiming, "Trees cause more pollution than automobiles do." As in many things, the great man was entirely correct. But try to get a tree to admit this inconvenient truth and you will be met by silence, and possibly a fallen leaf or two.
Trees know the original roots music. Long before the Marley boyz ever hit Jamaica, trees were rocking and swaying in the wind, mon.
Trees endure. They know that their bark is worse than the blight.