Tree of life
Autumn tree tunnel, Smuggler's Notch State Park, Vermont
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.
Spring, I am always looking forward to spring.. The first leaves setting on so small and slowly growing to their full size and then you pray there be no late frost to kill them once finally established. Covereing for the soul, the grass, the nesting spots for so many bird nests and the shade from a very hot summer day. Joyce Poppen
Tree with bright green leaves.
i ♥ weeping willows :)