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.

~Joyce Kilmer, 1914

Yes, I am a tree person.  There's a tree in the park that has gorgeous pink and yellow flowers on it.  Sometimes, one of the early morning runners picks up the fallen flowers and lays them on a small shrine on the hillside.  It's nice to live in such a lush, green environment.