Https://www.faithsbook.net/ TREES
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.
written February 2, 1913
Joyce Kilmer
My most favorite part of this poem are these words: “A tree that looks at God all day, And lifts her leafy arms to pray;”
If the trees look up to a Holy God and give His praise each day, why would we be any different? Give Him praise!