I think that I shall never see

A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest

Against the sweet earth’s 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

My wife, Meaghan, posted this the other day on FaceBox. One of my favorite things about her is her appreciation for the beauty of nature.

As the leaves change and another season goes by, don’t miss your opportunity to take in the beauty and appreciate all of the wonderful colors, sights and sounds of the season.

Make it a great day.

Jake