A few days ago, when I went to the Light Center because I was ill, I was thinking about the mountains. The trees were soaring over head and the air was so clean and fresh. I thought about how amazing it must have been to have traveled here 100-200 years ago. I was looking at the trees and wondering how long they had been there. Below are some of the pictures I took.
Veterans of Foreign Wars asked the government to set aside a fitting stand of trees to the memory of Joyce Kilmer. Kilmer was both a WWI soldier and a poet. He is remembered most for his nature poetry and his poem “Trees.”
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
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.
“Let my mind bear sweet fruit and
as this tree is planted of the soil of Thy spirit.
—with branches downwards:
I see Thy hand
in the night:
My heart stands in waiting and hope
as the trees stand through the darkness of night.”
—Hazrat Inayat Khan
“How wonderful, O Lord, are the works of your hands!
The heavens declare Your glory,
the arch of sky display Your handiwork
In Your love You have given us the power
to behold the beauty of Your world
robed in all its splendor
The sun and the stars, the valleys and hills,
the rivers and lakes all disclose Your presence.
The roaring breakers of the sea tell of Your awesome Might,
the beasts of the field and the bird of the air
bespeak Your wondrous will.
In Your goodness You have made us able to hear
the music of the world. The voices of loved ones
reveal to us that You are in our midst.
A divine voice sings through all creation.”