I have made him fair by the multitude of his branches: so that all the trees of Eden, that were in the garden of God, envied him.

Therefore his height was exalted above all the trees of the field, and his boughs were multiplied, and his branches became long because of the multitude of waters, when he shot forth.

Do the roots reveal everything to the branches, or do they keep what is painful to themselves?

I am the vine, ye are the branches: He that abideth in me, and I in him, the same bringeth forth much fruit: for without me ye can do nothing.

Love doesn't grow on trees like apples in Eden - it's something you have to make. And you must use your imagination too.

I see my trees repair their boughs