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Poetry of Trees
The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way.
Some see Nature all ridicule and deformity, and some scarce see Nature at all.
But to the eyes of the man of imagination, Nature is Imagination itself.
— William Blake, 1799, The Letters
There is a sense of peace being amongst the trees. There is strength but vulnerability.
There is uniformity but uniqueness. Throughout their stages of life,
they provide us shelter, they provide us life and even in death they provide us beauty.
While amongst the trees... stop... look... breath them in.
