A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
But only God can make a tree.
-- Joyce Kilmer (1886 - 1918), American journalist and poet, "Trees" (1913)
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