Mar 28, 2014


I THINK that I shall never see  
A poem as lovely as a tree.  
  A tree whose hungry mouth is prest  
Against the sweet earth's flowing breast;  
  A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;  
  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.

A poem by Joyce Kilmer



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