Why don't you make like a tree and get out of here.
As we recently planted 6 more baby trees in our yard to balance the adults and the adolescents, I was thinking about trees.
I drove by our old house and looked at the trees we planted 8 years ago. I drove by our older old house and looked at the trees we planted 12 years ago.
Wow, like spirituality, you don't really notice growth on a day to day basis, but inspect again after a few years and you might be surprised.
I've got a little black book with my poems in ... here's one for your edification.
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.
-Sgt. Alfred Joyce Kilmer (1886-1918),
KIA at the Second Battle of Marne