Sometimes I came across a tree which seemed like a Buddha or a Jesus:
loving,
compassionate,
still,
unambitious,
enlightened,
in eternal meditation —
giving pleasure to a pilgrim,
shade to a cow,
berries to a bird,
beauty to its surroundings,
health to its neighbors,
branches for the fire,
leaves for the soil,
asking nothing in return,
in total harmony with the wind and the rain.
How much can I learn from a tree?

The tree is my church,
the tree is my temple,
the tree is my mantra,
the tree is my poem and my prayer.