那一段詩詞, 隨著點點雨聲, 浮上心頭:
".........
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, Trees & Other Poems
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