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.
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