“When the earth gave birth to this tree, There came no sound: A green shoot thrust In silence from the ground. Our births don’t come so quiet – Most lives run riot – But the bud opens silently, And flower gives way to fruit. So must we search For the stillness within the tree, The silence within the root.”

“When the earth gave birth to this tree, There came no sound: A green shoot thrust In silence from the ground. Our births don’t come so quiet – Most lives run riot – But the bud opens silently, And flower gives way to fruit. So must we search For the stillness within the tree, The silence within the root.”

— Ruskin Bond