“Tree” by Joyce Kilmer


I think that I shall never see 3-planting

A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast; 3-planting-2
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear 3-planting-5
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain. 3-planting-3
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

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