Trees live out of themselves; they neither kill to eat -- like the creatures of land and sea -- nor do they toil for their food, but the All-Wise nourishes them in season, and their span outlasts all other living things in creation. Their wisdom runs deep as their roots in the earth, even as their branches reach toward heaven in exaltation of their Creator.
Yes, they may be cut down, and when they fall, they die. But whether they are burned in the fire or used for building, their lives are given for those they serve -- either for warmth in the cold or to suppor the roof above...so that even in death these giants of the land serve those who depend upon them. In this they are the emblem of the druid-kind, who seek to emulate these noble qualities in all our ways.
Although trees such as the oak and hazel are much revered by the filidh, we no longer worship them as of old. Worship of the creature is blind folly, but worship of the living Creator is the beginning of wisdom.
Lawhead, Patrick: Son of Ireland
I read this passage and it reminded me of the Psalms that compare God's people (the people of the 'All-Wise') to trees. I just wanted to share it with you.
In the Grace of the All-Wise,