TREES
Posted: Wed Apr 28, 2004 4:10 am
TREES
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree;
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
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 by fools like me
But only God can make a tree.
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree;
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
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 by fools like me
But only God can make a tree.