TREES

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.

~ Joyce Kilmer (1886-1918)

I had the pleasure of visiting these magnificence 400 year old trees on Labor Weekend. Joyce Kilmer Forest is one of the few remaining old growth forests. Such peace. Such beauty!