I remember this snippet of a poem from school that expresses some of the reverence I have for trees:
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree
These are the first two lines of the short poem "Trees" by Joyce Kilmer published in 1914. I also think trees are lovely. I am reassured by the stillness of trees. When I stop to lay my hands on a tree trunk I can feel that stillness transfer to me. I love watching the trunks change with the seasons, the riotous shedding of bark followed by the reveal of smooth pale colours after the bark is shed. I relish the heady smell of trees in blossom or the more subtle earthy smell after rain. I love when trees meet overhead and create sheltering tunnels.
I am grateful for the solace of trees.