By Joyce Kilmer “I think that I shall never see. A poem lovely as a tree.”
I certainly have to agree with the words of this poem.
Growing up where I could wander aimlessly through varied trees in a forest—climb them, sit or lean on them, build a treehouse in them, and watch birds and animals enjoy them too, was a precious gift.
The scent of different barks and leaves, deciduous or evergreen, all were displayed differently in my four season atmosphere.
Spring light green leaves unfurled to bright shiny emerald greens in summer while all colors of autumn leaves continue to be my favorite, but even the silent bare limbs of winter spoke their secrets.
Trees are a wonder, a rewarding stability in our changing environment and need to be respected and nourished.