I think that I shall never see <br />A poem lovely as a tree. <br />A tree whose hungry mouth is prest <br />Against the earth's sweet flowing breast; <br />A tree that looks at God all day, <br />And lifts her leafy arms to pray; <br />A tree that may in Summer wear <br />A nest of robins in her hair; <br />Upon whose bosom snow has lain; <br />Who intimately lives with rain. <br />Poems are made by fools like me, <br />But only God can make a tree.<br /><br />Alfred Joyce Kilmer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/trees-51/
