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Another photo from my trip to Florida last year at this time. This is from my son's farm and the trees were posing for me. The sunset is from a photo I took while deer hunting in Missouri several years ago. I figure that sunset was in Florida before it made its way to Missouri. When I blended it with the Live Oaks, it obviously found a home. Enjoy.
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.
A fave for me.