Trees I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the earths 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 rain. Poems are made by fools like me, But only God can make a tree. Joyce Kilmer
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