_________________ THERE IS SOMETHING ABOUT TREES ________________

Pohutukawa tree at Onerahi North Island New Zealand

...........  And I have felt

A presence that disturbs me with the joy

Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime

Of something far more deeply interfused,

Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns,

And the round ocean and the living air,

And the blue sky, and in the mind of man:

A motion and a spirit, that impels

All thinking things, all objects of all thought,

And rolls through all things. Therefore am I still

A lover of the meadows and the woods

And mountains; and of all that we behold

From this green earth; of all the mighty world

Of eye, and ear,—both what they half create,

And what perceive; well pleased to recognise

In nature and the language of the sense

The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse,

The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul

Of all my moral being.

From 'Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey, On Revisiting 
the Banks of the Wye during a Tour - July 13, 1798 - By WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Ancient Pohutakawa tree at Algies Bay North Island New Zealand