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 ***** snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are
made by fools like
Me, But only God
*can make a tree
"Trees" written by Joyce Kilmer
Journalist and poet
1886–1918