Tree

I
think
that I shall
never see a poem
as lovey as a tree.
a tree whose hungry mouth
is pressed against the earth's
sweet flowing brest; a tree that
looks at God all day, ang lifts her
leafy arms to pray; a tree that may in summer wear a nest of robins in her hair;
upon wwhose bottom snow has lain; who intimately
lives with the rain.
poems are made by
fools like
me,
But
only
can
make
a
tree.

~Joyce Kilmer~