A Tree

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 lift her leafy arms to pray

A tree that may in summer wear

A nest of robins in her hair

Upon where bosom snow has lain

Whose intimately lives with rain

Poems are made by fools like me

But ONLY GOD CAN MAKE A TREE

- Joyce Kilmer -

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