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