‘I wonder about the trees.
Why do we wish to bear
Forever the noise of these
More than another noise
So close to our dwelling place?
We suffer them by the day
Till we lose all measure of pace,
And fixity in our joys,
And acquire a listening air.
They are that that talks of going
But never gets away;
And that talks no less for knowing,
As it grows wiser and older,
That now it means to stay.’
Trees are one of the best things about Canberra. They claim pride of place in Autumn when residents and visitors savour the vibrant colours of their dying leaves. But they rise again, just as magnificent in their green springtime vestments. I was taking the cycle path from Watson to Dickson when I came across this verdant group in a park and was stunned by their beauty. So here’s to trees which we can’t do without, and their generosity in sharing such beauty.