I’ve said this before and gotten flak about being a Bengali anglophile, but I’ll say it again. When I take the train through rural Bengal, I sometimes feel like I’m traveling in the UK. The same lush green, lakes, rolling fields. A few differences in vegetation – banana trees, mango trees, broad banyan trees. But the same lush green.
Some photos to illustrate my point. Here are some photos of Bengal and Kolkata from the plane on a recent flight.
And here’s UK. A little blurry, but this is what I could get from the web.
On my constant companions, my silent friends, trees. Courtesy Rob Breszny. Click on the images to see more.
Click here to see the world’s most beautiful tree barks
An incredibly colourful tree, the Rainbow Eucalyptus. Click here for more.
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.
by: Joyce Kilmer (1886-1918)