That title quote is mine. All that follow are not. This entry is about some trees I've had the joy of seeing.
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, "Trees," 1914
The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing which stands in their way. ~William Blake
And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything. ~William Shakespeare
Alone with myself
The trees bend to caress me
The shade hugs my heart.
~Candy Polgar
Only when the last tree has died and the last river been poisoned and the last fish been caught will we realise we cannot eat money. ~Cree Indian Proverb
All religions, arts and sciences are branches of the same tree.
~ Albert Einstein