The olive trees waved their laden branches and welcomed him.

A slender, bark-stripped tree was still waving in the air.

The trees that marked the occasional crossroads were waving in the evening breeze.

The old tree suddenly waved its boughs over them as if in blessing.

It looked on to a dark, thick wood, whose trees waved in the wind, not far from the bottom of the garden.

Beyond them, the bare trees slowly waved their topmasts against the sky.

The trees, highlighted in red and golden leaves, waved their colorful branches.

The trees she had grown up with waved to her.

"The clouds and trees are all waving about," said Rosamund.

The day was windy and the trees waved at him frantically as he passed the sloping green.