If you would know strength and patience, welcome the company of trees.
The trees are God’s great alphabet:
With them He writes in shining green
Across the world His thoughts serene.
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
Locations: Dole and Trappistine Monastery, Polomolok