If you squint just right, a mountainside of evergreen trees, from afar, looks like a massive work of needlepoint. Try it sometime. (I love the play on words in the title.) 

If the knotted trunk of a five-needled pine,
Seamlessly knits earth & sky 
(Like the ornate hilt of an ancient blade 
That catches the sun’s fiery cascade), 
Then a mountainside of selfsame trees, 
Is a more complex sylvan weave, — 
A naturally sown tapestry, of 
One million and one 
Stitches in time.