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.
Hello Monday! It’s a quiet start to the workweek and I am grateful to be alive and awake and aware. I’m grateful for clear skies and cooler temperatures, the safe travels of people I hold so dear, the large pine tree that stands sentinel in my front yard, vigilant in guarding against an overdose of sunny brightness and that generously blankets the house in sweet shade. I’m grateful for my friends and all the love that flows through them – what a powerful group of people! I’m grateful for time with my family and laughter and love and connection. I’m grateful for Life in all its infinitely unique forms and expressions. Today I intend to move my body, eat healthy food, drink lots of water, ride my bicycle, smile lots of smiles, hug and be hugged and open my heart as much wider as I can bear today. What will you do with your wonderful gift of a day?