Trees – A Poem By Joyce Kilmer

I think that I shall never see
A poem 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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