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| "The following poem by Joyce Kilmer best describes my own feelings in expressing the beauty of trees. "I think that I shall never see a poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest against the sweet earth’s 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." |
