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 -
- Joyce Kilmer -