I love trees, even since I was small. They provide shade to rest under, branches to climb and explore. Trees at old homesteads contain a treasure trove of captured items, like the bike below (not my photo). Trees provide rest for the soul, trees provide life, trees are life! : 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 . But sometimes, trees are subject to the elements of nature, to floods, to fire, and they get burnt, and hurt and broken. Sometimes the trees survive, sometimes not. But those that survive recover slowly, shedding dead br