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