Falling on the last Friday of April!
What does he plant who plants a tree?
He plants cool shade and tender rain, And seed and bud of days to be, And years that fade and flush again, He plants the glory of the plain, He plants the forest’s heritage, The harvest of a coming age, The joy that unborn eyes shall see, These things he plants who plants a tree.
Excerpt from the ‘Heart of the Tree’ by Henry Cuyler Bunner
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