A 60-foot-tall artificial tree with a diameter of 100 feet, featuring a large canopy with 1,500 leaves, each measuring 15 feet long and 8 feet wide, providing shade and shelter to visitors.
I have a dream that one day down near Southwell with its vicious locals, with its MP having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification - one day right there in Southwell little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers at the Africa Tree. I have a dream today. I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed to be the Africa Tree and all flesh shall see it together. This is our hope. This is the faith that I go back to Southwell with. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day. This will be the day, this will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with new meaning "My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my father's died, land of the Pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring. Brothers and sisters, God bless the Africa Tree" Martin Luther King
Sweating, panting and shallow of breath, I clambered up the winding road, narrowly avoiding cars hurtling down the carriageway. I knew I must be there soon. I wavered on the crest of the hill, wondering if I'd ever come across this mystical landmark that flourishes the british countryside. A clearing in the bushes offered for an opportunity to grasp my surroundings. I knew I must be there soon. A look to the left: nothing. A look to the right? There it was. Shrouded in the orange glow of a seemingly African sunset was the silhouette of a tree towering over in utter glory. A gasp was let out as I vaulted over the gate and into the field. As I cleared the fence, I fell to my knees, tears beginning to stream down my face and a feeling of true euphoric joy washed over my soul. Suddenly my brain opened to thoughts of everything, war, death, love and cheeseburgers. I felt omniscience waver through my blood as if I had been gifted the meaning of life, the meaning of all the was given. And then everything was blank. Not blackout, but a blazing white light growing from what seemed like the tree. I screamed, numinously and thrusted my hands to the air, to worship this deity. My mind goes blank after this. All I remember from there was walking home with a feeling of sense in my heart. There is no creator, there is no God; only the tree that gives life; the Africa Tree. Three Stars - No loos
I visited the Africa tree after a bout of poor mental health. I decided to try to visit this tree as I have heard it has magical healing powers. As I was approaching the tree I saw a single gibbon hanging from the branch of the tree and I felt all my troubles melt away from my soul. All animals of nature were gathered around the tree clearly seeking its wisdom and knowledge
Most visceral, fantastic, immaculate tree of all time. I no longer feel the warmth of love from my parents as my mind only wants the Africa tree
Four-score and seven years ago I was brutally kidnapped from my grans, blindfolded, shoved into a tricycle basket and left here. The Africa Tree taught me to survive, to have hope, and become the ferocious warrior I am today. The Africa Tree is like a mother to me. If The Africa Tree has 1,000,000 fans I am one. If The Africa Tree has 1,000 fans I am one. If The Africa Tree has 1 fan, it is me. If The Africa Tree has 0 fans, then I am dead. Thank you and goodnight. Long live the Africa Tree. xoxo
Approaching the Africa Tree from Cundy Hill on one of my weekday skives I heard a low humming. As I got closer the low hum grew louder and louder changing into some unintelligible chant. With the tree in sight I unexpectedly blacked out and woke what according to my phone was 3 minutes later naked and tied to the tree with red cord, my clothes nowhere in sight! Naturally I rambled my way home on high alert for nettle stings, but noticed when I closed my eyes I could hear from some far distance that same low hum. The boyish pranks of the town's children are getting absolutely out of control! I'll be having a word with the PCSO. Mark my words, I'll be back Nathan, and you and your gang of bike riding hooligans best not be about anymore of this funny business. It's not on!
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I have a dream that one day down near Southwell with its vicious locals, with its MP having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification - one day right there in Southwell little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers at the Africa Tree. I have a dream today. I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed to be the Africa Tree and all flesh shall see it together. This is our hope. This is the faith that I go back to Southwell with. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day. This will be the day, this will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with new meaning "My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my father's died, land of the Pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring. Brothers and sisters, God bless the Africa Tree" Martin Luther King
Sweating, panting and shallow of breath, I clambered up the winding road, narrowly avoiding cars hurtling down the carriageway. I knew I must be there soon. I wavered on the crest of the hill, wondering if I'd ever come across this mystical landmark that flourishes the british countryside. A clearing in the bushes offered for an opportunity to grasp my surroundings. I knew I must be there soon. A look to the left: nothing. A look to the right? There it was. Shrouded in the orange glow of a seemingly African sunset was the silhouette of a tree towering over in utter glory. A gasp was let out as I vaulted over the gate and into the field. As I cleared the fence, I fell to my knees, tears beginning to stream down my face and a feeling of true euphoric joy washed over my soul. Suddenly my brain opened to thoughts of everything, war, death, love and cheeseburgers. I felt omniscience waver through my blood as if I had been gifted the meaning of life, the meaning of all the was given. And then everything was blank. Not blackout, but a blazing white light growing from what seemed like the tree. I screamed, numinously and thrusted my hands to the air, to worship this deity. My mind goes blank after this. All I remember from there was walking home with a feeling of sense in my heart. There is no creator, there is no God; only the tree that gives life; the Africa Tree. Three Stars - No loos
I visited the Africa tree after a bout of poor mental health. I decided to try to visit this tree as I have heard it has magical healing powers. As I was approaching the tree I saw a single gibbon hanging from the branch of the tree and I felt all my troubles melt away from my soul. All animals of nature were gathered around the tree clearly seeking its wisdom and knowledge
Most visceral, fantastic, immaculate tree of all time. I no longer feel the warmth of love from my parents as my mind only wants the Africa tree
Four-score and seven years ago I was brutally kidnapped from my grans, blindfolded, shoved into a tricycle basket and left here. The Africa Tree taught me to survive, to have hope, and become the ferocious warrior I am today. The Africa Tree is like a mother to me. If The Africa Tree has 1,000,000 fans I am one. If The Africa Tree has 1,000 fans I am one. If The Africa Tree has 1 fan, it is me. If The Africa Tree has 0 fans, then I am dead. Thank you and goodnight. Long live the Africa Tree. xoxo
Approaching the Africa Tree from Cundy Hill on one of my weekday skives I heard a low humming. As I got closer the low hum grew louder and louder changing into some unintelligible chant. With the tree in sight I unexpectedly blacked out and woke what according to my phone was 3 minutes later naked and tied to the tree with red cord, my clothes nowhere in sight! Naturally I rambled my way home on high alert for nettle stings, but noticed when I closed my eyes I could hear from some far distance that same low hum. The boyish pranks of the town's children are getting absolutely out of control! I'll be having a word with the PCSO. Mark my words, I'll be back Nathan, and you and your gang of bike riding hooligans best not be about anymore of this funny business. It's not on!
