The poet reminds us that "only God can make a tree." On a recent hiking excursion to Hope Valley in the Sierra Mountains, I was struck once again by the glory of aspen trees, which bear such grateful witness to His great love. During autumn in the mountains, stands of aspens shimmer in the breeze like liquid gold. I say "liquid" because the delicate leaves rustle and flicker as they dance with the wind just as water does.
