The Trees
The trees are coming into leaf
Like something almost being said;
The recent buds relax and spread,
Their greenness is a kind of grief.
Is it that they are born again
And we grow old? No, they die too,
Their yearly trick of looking new
Is written down in rings of grain.
Yet still the unresting castles thresh
In fullgrown thickness every May.
Last year is dead, they seem to say,
Begin afresh, afresh, afresh.
Like something almost being said;
The recent buds relax and spread,
Their greenness is a kind of grief.
Is it that they are born again
And we grow old? No, they die too,
Their yearly trick of looking new
Is written down in rings of grain.
Yet still the unresting castles thresh
In fullgrown thickness every May.
Last year is dead, they seem to say,
Begin afresh, afresh, afresh.
by Philip Larkin
I love trees and often donate to organizations that plant trees. Trees help our environment, which needs all the help we can give it. I also love white blooming things in the garden. In evening or early morning light they just shine. They reflect the sun more fully and just make me smile. Then a little color must move right in too to add the laughter in the garden. Above all else is the "greenness" in the world around us. Each season of "greenness" brings JOY to my soul.
Happy new week, dear friends!
