Pen Thoughts

Trees I think that I shall never see A Poem as lovely as a tree A tree whose hungry month 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 Poem are made by fools like me But only god can make a tree Joyce Kilmer    

Be like the flowing river Silent in the night. Be not afraid of the dark. if there are stars in the sky, reflect them back. If there are clouds in the sky, Remember, clouds, like the river, are water, so, gladly reflect them too, In your own tranquil depths