What a great place to take a walk,
Underneath all the trees where I live.
Through the woods I gallop looking up at their branches,
Watching their leaves reach for the sky,
While the sun warms the ground.
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
Earth’s the right place for love:
I don’t know where it’s likely to go better.
I’d like to go by climbing a birch tree,
And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk
Give some tree the gift of green again.
Let one bird sing.
Written and Photographed by Mary Gilmartin, November 10, 2013