Speaking about the trees

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

Sometimes words are not enough. How often do we say, "You have to see it for yourself?" Words are important, don't get me wrong. I'm a journalist. I love words. I practically worship them. But as Mr. Kilmer (yes, MISTER as in MAN) points out: words are not always enough. Is it a human failing? Maybe we don't know enough words. Maybe we can't comprehend what we are seeing. Or maybe there is something about seeing the world for yourself, without the influence of the subjective descriptions of others. In the end, you can't rely on someone else's words to see the world. You have to see it for yourself.