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Trees
It's important to have roots. You can't hide your true colors as you approach the
I think that I shall never seeA poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed 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. ---by Joyce Kilmer
Christina - February 2003 |
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