Near me was a mighty tree with a strange, feathery foliage.

At the sea's edge, the mighty tree stopped and drew back.

Great orchards of mighty trees that tower into the blue for miles.

There was but a single way, and that led through the mighty, towering trees upon our right.

The winds blow crisp and cold now, The mighty trees are bare.

Usually he could feel at least something when he touched this mighty tree, no matter what the season.

I looked up at the mighty trees, stretching before me into the east.

Who wouldn't want to witness a seed grow into a mighty tree?

Then he saw the house beneath the mighty trees.

There'd been groves of mighty trees to either side of the road.