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.

(a poem by Joyce Kilmer, taken from the Poetry Foundation)

To further delight in the  awesomeness of trees, visit The Arbor Day Foundation

If you have a favorite tree, tell us in the comments.