Why I love trees

Why do I love trees?

Every tree has a story, some are far beyond our time on Earth, and some are just beginning as they bloom from seedlings. The history of trees is rooted deep, throughout life growing strong and tall, their roots roaring deeper. With every season, leaves fall, and more memories are engraved into the rings of the trunk.

Why I love trees

Why I love trees
Why do I love trees? A beautiful rose garden in L’Haÿ-les-roses filled with stunning trees reminds me.

Each line and mark tells a story of a different day, each one unique to its experiences and location.

It’s funny that way, how similar we are to them. Each person has a different story in a world of billions. Each tree has a different story in a world of trillions.

Why I love trees
The lines and marks carved into the bark of the trees tell secrets and stories from hundreds of years ago.

Particularly, every human on Earth has a story, old and young, their histories rooted deep in their family tree, growing stronger with every generation. Memories are made and engraved in our brains just as rings and bark are engraved with time. Surrounded by others, there is a sense of shelter in life, a hidden strength in which you find comfort. Specifically, forests are a place for comfort, inspiration, and relaxation, offering a sense of healing through a community rooted in nature. Likewise, communities are the same, showing deep-rooted love, and offering a sense of healing through connection. Undeniably, connection is what keeps us thriving, with others and with nature.

Indeed, trees are a refuge, our keeper in a way, offering shelter and shielding us from the season’s strengths.

You don’t realize how much they give, and we take it for granted, given their beauty and capabilities.

Why I love trees
A look over the vast emerald green of the Pyrenees Mountains.

Joyce Kilmer Loved Trees Too

Joyce Kilmer was a Catholic American journalist and poet who wrote about the natural beauty of Earth, and religion. He studied at Rutgers College Grammar School and went on to Rutgers College and Colombia University, graduating in 1908. Afterward, he went on to write poetry and reviews for multiple publications, including The New York Times, and The Nation. Kilmer enlisted in the army in 1917 in the 69th Infantry Regime. Thereupon, Kilmer was killed fighting in World War I for the United States Army, during the Second Battle of Marne. From the French, he was awarded the Croix de Guerre after he passed; others described him as a soldier that went above and beyond the orders he received. He was buried in France.

Trees by Joyce Kilmer is his most well-known piece.

Trees by Joyce Kilmer

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.



For Denzil’s Nature Photo Challenge #12: Trees

I also recommend you visit Margaret’s blog post from this Nature Photo Challenge as well.

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