Tree Fever

I must go back to these trees again...(sorry, John!)

I saw them in a nearby park and they remind me of Keats' poem, Endymion.
Bear with me while I quote it:

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.