Trees, trees against the sky – O I have loved them well! There are pleasures you cannot buy, Treasures you cannot sell, And not the smallest of these Is the gift and glory of trees…. So I gaze and I know now why It is good to live – and to die…. Trees and the Infinite Sky. Robert Service
A night sky in Autumn…where does the tree stop and the sky start?…is the tree the sky or the sky the tree?….they are lovers here, now, and forever more..