~Forest Cathedral~

No great cathedral here,
Except the trees
That touch the sky, and bring
Me to my knees
In reverential awe.

The only choir
Is that of singing birds;
Their songs inspire
My heart to sing the praise
Of Him who made
Each tree that towers so high,
Each tiny blade.

There is no altar here
Except the sod,
But...in this quiet place
My soul finds God!

~Olive Weaver Ridenour~

~Just God And Sky And Green~

I'd love to live in a forest room
With moss beneath my feet,
And the ceiling made of leafy green
Where boughs of pine trees meet.

The lighting I'd like indirest-
Just sunlight trickling through,
And here and there between the leaves,
A patch of Heaven's blue.

Oh, I'd love a little forest room
With walls of roughened bark,
And my only entertainment
Just the sweet song of the lark.

I'd let the whole world pass me by
And live a life serene,
With all the things I'd ever need-
Just God and sky and green.

~Gelia K. Parker~

~TREES~

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.

~Joyce Kilmer~