Animals can communicate quite well. And they do. And generally speaking, they are ignored
Alice WalkerRead
Us sing and dance, make faces and give flower bouquets, trying to be loved. You ever notice that trees do everything to git attention we do, except walk?
Interpretation
The quote reflects on the parallel between human behaviors and nature, highlighting the ways both seek love and attention.
In this quote, Alice Walker draws a humorous yet profound connection between human actions and the natural world. She observes that just as people engage in various acts, like singing, dancing, and giving gifts to seek love, trees also strive for attention through their presence and beauty, albeit without the ability to walk. This comparison invites contemplation on the inherent desire for connection among all living beings.
In practice
This quote could be used in a speech about the importance of love in our lives.
Animals can communicate quite well. And they do. And generally speaking, they are ignored
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