I
think
that I shall
never see A poem as lovely as
a tree.A tree
who's 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 bossom snow has lain;Who intimately lives with the rain.
Poems are made by fools
like me But only
God can
make a
tree.
-Joyce Kilmer
