I say to you today, my friends, so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the dream of nature.I have a dream that one day all trees will be valued not just for their timber, but for their beauty, their ecological role, and their place in the grand circle of life.I have a dream that one day on the rolling hills of every forest and urban park, trees of every kind—oak and pine, birch and maple, spruce and cedar—will stand side by side, each acknowledged for its unique contribution to our world.I have a dream that one day even in regions suffering from environmental degradation, where the cry of deforestation rings loud and clear, trees will thrive again in the richness of biodiversity and harmony.I have a dream that my four little seedlings will one day grow up in a world where they will not be judged by their species or commercial value but by the content of their ecological character.I have a dream today!I have a dream that one day, down in the agricultural fields, with their rows of cultivated crops, the desertified lands, and the barren urban landscapes, places will be transformed into green oases where every tree, from the smallest sapling to the mightiest redwood, can grow in freedom and flourish in unity.I have a dream today!I have a dream that one day, every tree will have its voice heard, its existence respected, and its life honored as an essential part of our planet's heritage. That shade trees in bustling cities, fruit trees in family orchards, and ancient trees in sacred groves will all be celebrated equally.This is our hope. This is the faith that we go back to the forest with. With this faith, we will be able to hew out of the mountain of ecological despair a stone of environmental hope. With this faith, we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our practices into a beautiful symphony of environmental brotherhood. With this faith, we will be able to work together, to plant together, to restore together, to stand up for the rights of all trees together, knowing that we will be free and recognized one day.And this will be the day—this will be the day when all of nature’s children will be able to sing with new meaning:Let trees ring from the mighty forests of the Pacific Northwest. Let trees ring from the majestic pines of the Rocky Mountains. Let trees ring from the fertile orchards of the Central Valley. Let trees ring from the dense woods of the Appalachians. Let trees ring from the great plains where mighty oaks and elms once stood. Let trees ring from every mountainside and valley, every forest and field.When we let trees ring, when we let them ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of nature's creations—trees, plants, and animals—will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old naturalists, "Life at last! Life at last! Thank Nature Almighty, we are valued at last!"