It reminded me of one of my all time favorite songs, Louis Armstrong's What a Wonderful World
I see trees of green...red roses too
I see em bloom...for me and you
And I think to myself...what a wonderful world
Or this poem by Joyce Kilmer
Joyce Kilmer. 1886–1918
I THINK that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth's 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.