by Joyce Kilmer
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
I will be very sad to wake up to a day with no trees left.
Honoring one of my favorite poems as a kid.
Honoring Joyce Kilmer.
Honoring individuals who take care of trees and/or will take care of them.
To Sally Torreliza-Derecho who nominated me in the Nature Photo Challenge, I may have not followed the chain but it doesn’t make me any less of a nature advocate. Thanks for the nomination. Your photo entries are beautiful!
To all, next time you see a tree, pay attention. Love it and it will love you back selflessly.