A poem as 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 the rain

Poems are made by fools like me

But only God can make a tree

J. Paulianding
(24th June 1980 - 2nd October 1992)

Class: V C
Roll: 56 in 1992