The beauty of Fall brings trees into the spotlight. The glory of golds and reds and browns dazzle the eye and the heart. But there are other incredible sights that we call trees.
The poet Leonora Speyer says:
The trees are God’s great alphabet:
With them He writes in shining green
Across the world His thoughts serene.
And so the usual becomes unusual. Or is it the other way around?
Never underestimate the beauty of nature. She will fool you every time. She doesn’t need golds and yellows and reds to be breathtaking.
A step back into time, or a step forward — these magnificent entities will be here long after you and I are merely memories.
Sunlight, Rain, Shadows. They forever endure.
Of course, Joyce Kilmer said it best:
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.