Trees Poem
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
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