Trees...................................................

.....................by Joyce Kilmer 1886–1918.............................
.....................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.
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