Moments

Yesterday I walked Lily along the pond and ran into Sue, who lives there. We talked about the winter blues and hating the holidays and then we looked around and talked about our love of trees and poetry and words. She said "A tree that looks at God all day/ And lifts her leafy arms to pray," from this poem.

TREES

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree

A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed
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 blossom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems were made by fools like me
But only God can make a tree.

- Joyce Kilmer (1913)

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