I love gazing into the canopy of the 70 year old maple tree in my backyard.

I’m grateful for its beauty and the shade it gives me.

I’m so grateful for the beauty and shade that I overlook the labor it requires from me to rake up its unending drop of yellow leaves in fall!

I think that I shall never see, a poem as lovely as a tree. Joyce Kilmer. The first poem I ever memorized, in 3rd grade, I think.