The trees, even these wounded or dying ones, would know she meant them no harm.

This made this think about how trees don't know when to run.

In such an unmapped ocean of information, it would be impossible to track exactly how much the trees knew.

My tree doesn't know whether she's coming or going, thanks to you.

The tree knows that, so it leaves us alone.

Elsewhere, trees as we know them were doing better.

The tree didn't know that she was reading all this information from its own partly living wooden flesh.

Sometimes, Reola Jones said, a tree just knows which way to fall.

But your trees knew all this way before we did.

"We have to make sure that the trees know we are friends," he said.