The Glory of Trees

Trees, especially those that are hundreds of years old, are quite majestic.

There are few things more relaxing than to be on a backyard lounge and looking up into the branches of old trees.

The sun filters through the millions of leaves, leaving a patchwork of bright patterns on the grass and on everything else in sight.

It's soothing to wonder who else, in another age, looked up into the leafy branches.

Who, indeed, planted such trees or did they just grow naturally?

 My absolute favorite poem about trees is by Joyce  Kilmer.  I think my mother used to recite this poem and it always made me smile.

Thanks to Joyce Kilmer, wherever she is, for writing this beautiful tribute:

                                                      Trees
                                                   By Joyce Kilmer

                                  I think that I shall never see

                                  A poem as 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.

Please tell us your favorite tree and why?