I
think
That  I
Shall never see
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 left hers hands  to  pray
A  tree  that may in  summer wear a nest
Of robins in her hair upon whore bosom snow
       Who intemately lives in the rain                           
Poems
A r e
Matte
B  y
Fools
Like
M   e
B u t
Only
G o d
Can make a tree