On our recent journey to Chandigarh, we were the only passengers in our coach after most disembarked at Delhi.
After 24 hours of listening to the chatter of our fellow travellers, the sudden peace and quiet was strange, to say the least! With just us to serve, even the vendors gave our coach a miss, leaving us practically alone for the remainder of our journey. Never have I enjoyed a journey more, the window wide open, feeling the wind in my hair. We passed by yellow and green fields... the shades too numerous to count.... and trees of all shapes and sizes, and colours too...
And back came the memory of a poem I learnt at school, so long back....
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 (1913)
No, I didn't remember the whole poem. That was thanks to Google and Wikipedia! And it was only then that I learnt that the poem was written in 1913 ... exactly a 100 years ago!
All photos were taken from a train running at top speed... Please excuse the quality of the pics.... The trees had so much variety that I just had to post all of them!