`Beckoning Pines

I think that I shall never see, a poem as lovely as a tree — Joyce Kilmer

Beauty in a tree is it’s own reason for being: if you remember the beauty that is seen, then when a different season arrives, you can always go back and relish again the one that ‘was’. Of course you may have enough current pleasure but trees provide beauty the year around.

Beckoning Pines

Dark green and woolie
They stretch to the sky
Whispering to each other
As the wind passes by.
Cozy in proximity
They proudly display
God’s shining glory
In their own unique way.

Dark green and woolie

They stretch to the sky

Whispering to each other

As the wind passes by

Cozy in proximity

They proudly display

God’s shining glory

In their own unique way.

Picture and Poem by Marie H. Atwood

Beckoning Pines

Dark green and woolie
They stretch to the sky
Whispering to each other
As the wind passes by.

Cozy in proximity
They proudly display
God’s shining glory
In their own unique way.

4 thoughts on “`Beckoning Pines

  1. Musings of a Messy Mind ~ Teresa Dodd

    I love this!!! Dark green and wooly! šŸ˜„

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  2. Of Very high quality Marie. Great to follow you

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    1. Thank you Kurian. I appreciate your approval

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      1. You are very welcome Marie

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