|Walking through the Inner Basin Trail near Flagstaff, Arizona.|
I have a great love for trees—particularly deciduous trees, or trees that shed their leaves during the autumn season. The colors are so vivid and beautiful that I've often wondered if the changing of the leaves is a form of visual poetry, written by the Creator Himself.
Years ago, while walking on a trail that led to the Natural Bridge in Virginia, I read a poem by Joyce Kilmer that I've carried with me ever since. It's a simple poem, but quite lovely.
by Joyce Kilmer
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.