Tuesday 3 June 2014

Only God Can Make a Tree

I think that I shall never see
A poem as lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet 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.

Joyce Kilmer

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