“Woodman, spare that tree! Touch not a single bough! In youth it sheltered me, And I’ll protect it now. ‘One day the trees will move again,’ said Grandfather. ‘They’ve been standing still for thousands of years, but one day they’ll move again. There was a time when trees could walk about like people, but along came the Devil and cast a spell over them, rooting them to one place. But they’re always trying to move—see how they reach out with their arms!—and some of them, like the banyan tree with its travelling roots, manage to get quite far!”