One of my favorite poems of all time is this one by Poet, Joyce Kilmer. I thought I’d share a few of my photos depicting trees from some of the places I’ve visited.
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. By: Joyce Kilmer