Trees again

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

These are two lines from the poem I shared a few days ago and below are photos of "my" trees lifting their leafy arms to the sky.  I'm calling them my trees because to just call them "the" trees doesn't do them justice.  I honestly believe no-one can own a native tree that has chosen to grow in its natural environment.  And I give thanks to the trustees of this village who made the decision to retain this area of native bush when they were developing the area.   

I've been waiting for that blue sky.

  

The trees dwarf my little car and the village van.  

This tree is my nearest neighbour.  When I first see it in the morning, the trunk is bathed in sunlight,  it wears dappled light during the day until finally it is in full shade.  Even when the sun isn't shining it is beautiful, it has lovely patterned bark.  I think it's a Taraire but am not sure.  My plant ID app doesn't recognise it.