I have mentioned earlier that there have been some gift-opening occasions around here. Recently, when I met my sister for lunch, we exchanged birthday gifts.
|This was my gift from my sister!|
This book has many verses (poems) in it. One that I have chosen to share with you today, though, is a very familiar one by Joyce Kilmer.
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed
Against the earth's sweet
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.
During this time, when we are in a heightened awareness about what is going on with the environment, it seems fitting to consider trees and their importance to our daily existence. When it is necessary to cut down a tree - and sometimes that has to occur - consider planting TWO new ones to replace the one being cut.
Thank you for reading. I really appreciate your comments.