Tree by Joyce Kilmer

A Poem Lovely As A Tree
– Joyce Kilmer

I think 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 to 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.

This poem was contributed by Shirish, a visitor to the site

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