When I was thirteen, I returned with my family to the Philippines to visit my maternal grandparents. On one of the days we were there, we decided to go swimming at a resort with natural soda lakes called Hidden Valley Lake Resort. On the way there, we had to drive through a lot of forest. There were sign posts to assure us that we were going the right direction with parts of this poem written on each one:
I never forgot that poem because I found so many truths in it. 23 years later and I can still remember the vision of that poem as it stood among sign posts surrounded by dense tropical forest. I continue to be inspired by trees.
Trees
by Joyce Kilmer
I think I shall never see
A poem as 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.
I never forgot that poem because I found so many truths in it. 23 years later and I can still remember the vision of that poem as it stood among sign posts surrounded by dense tropical forest. I continue to be inspired by trees.
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