It is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon men’s hearts,
as for that subtle something, that quality of air that emanation from old trees,
that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit. ~Robert Louis Stevenson
I tell my sons that trees are my favorite flowers in the world. I know, technically they are not flowers, except they offer the same sensory delights that flowers do, except you rarely get a bouquet of trees.
Trees smell like the color green, (if one can imagine that), sometimes you can smell the dirt that protects and nurtures them. They can be fragrant, have leaves, needles, or acorns, and each tree is as individual as peonies or roses, or as rare as an orchid.
Despite the challenges offered by weather, fire or man, trees continue to focus on the one thing they came to the earth to do; grow, expand, envelope, shade, bend, break, repair, shelter and protect this stalwart planet and its earthly inhabitants.
Let trees remind each of us that some of our journey can be seen from above, but the strength of our journey is rooted in the depths of the earth; unseen, grounded, and sure.
It is the leaves fluttering in the breeze that may draw us to the trees, however it is the mighty trunk of the trees that tells our history and allows for future generations to be born again and again.
I would say that if I could plant only one thing on this blessed earth, it would be trees, a whole lovely forest of lush and verdant trees, wouldn’t you?