I think that I shall never see
A poem 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 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.

Author: Joyce Kilmer

I think that I shall never see<br />A poem lovely as a tree.<br /><br />A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed<br />Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;<br /><br />A tree that looks at God all day<br />And lifts her leafy arms to pray;<br /><br />A tree that may in summer wear<br />A nest of robins in her hair;<br /><br />Upon whose bosom snow has lain;<br />Who intimately lives with rain.<br /><br />Poems are made by fools like me,<br />But only God can make a tree. - Joyce Kilmer

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