There is something inexplicable about one's love for trees.
In my own life, seeing a tree chopped down always deeply wounded my spirit.
Trees should be loved and kept alive as long as possible.
When looking at the huge, old tree in my daughter's yard (shown at the top of this post), a poem by Joyce Kilmer always comes to mind.
According to information online, he was born in 1886 in New Jersey, and earned a college journalism degree. He eventually married and he and his wife had five children.
Tragically, during World War I, he enlisted in the Armed Services and was shot by a German sniper in 1918.
My own late mother used to recite the following poem by heart to her five daughters when we were kids.
I remember it so poignantly.
This is Joyce Kilmer's inspiring poem about a tree:
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.
This poem is in the public domain.
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