What hath lay in the path of grace
The generous growth and twigs of green
My forest is sheltered throughout the year
The harmony of nature displayed everywhere

Today is #TreeTuesday with @Old-Guy-Photos! I know that everyone has some of those! Dig down deep and show me your trees!

Whispered words, cannot be heard
But, only by the heart
As it should be
My love, my love

Oh, but then he gently brushed his lips upon her cheek
Slight of touch
Overcome, she blushed
Blossoming for him
Like a flower

The ponds are full and giving of their reflection of trees. How can one argue the beauty that the rain gives us? Oh, the days of summer have turned my head, with colorful flowers and the abundant trees, shading my memories of winter. Are there more poetic thoughts in life than that of a growing tree?

I spotted a headstone, should I say yet another? It was laid to rest, long ago, never intending, I am sure, for Mother Natures friends to plant a tree upon the earth. Ashes to ashes and dust to dust. In another twenty years, he will have disappeared altogether. This photo is dedicated to #cemeteryphotos by @melinda010100.

I'd like a tree to mark the spot
Where I am laid to rest
For that would be the epitaph
That I would like the best.

Tho it's not carved upon a stone
For those who come to see
But friends would know that resting there
Is he, who loved a tree
Samuel N. Baxter

Let the light in
Reflected from a greater source
Reach for the moon, hang on to the stars
But always remember your roots
Advice from my tree

As always, there must be a flower. I dedicate this picture to #TuesdayOrange #ColorChallenge by @Kalemandra, who colors my world every day.

I want to thank you for coming along as I perused the likes of #TreeTuesday, eclectic and true, brought by me to you. And just that quick, this show is over. Tag me and I will visit your trees too! Thank you!

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Thank you for visiting my post 💖 Because of you, I come back to post, again and again, I am encouraged by you, for the time you take to visit, comment or even upvote. For all of these reasons, I am eternally grateful. Don't ever forget what a wonderful world we live in, people. Let's hold hands around the globe and make this earth really spin. Some days, it is not as easy to see, how wonderful it really is. Kindness counts. Wherever you go, whatever you do.

I always post this poem down at the bottom of my posts. It is one that has become so near and dear to my heart. I only post the most famous part of it, but, wanted to post it in its entirety today.

they set my aunts house on fire
i cried the way women on tv do
folding at the middle
like a five pound note.
i called the boy who use to love me
tried to ‘okay’ my voice
i said hello
he said warsan, what’s wrong, what’s happened?

i’ve been praying,
and these are what my prayers look like;
dear god
i come from two countries
one is thirsty
the other is on fire
both need water.

later that night
i held an atlas in my lap
ran my fingers across the whole world
and whispered,
"where does it hurt?"
it answered,

"everywhere"
"everywhere"
"everywhere"

warsan shire

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