A Tree

 

 

I think I shall never see
A poem as lovely as a tree
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest 

against the sweet earth's 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
But only God can make a tree

{ Joyce Kilmer }