Trees

Joyce Kilmer

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I think that I shall never see
A poem as 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 fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

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  • tereselawler3

    Wow, this is quite a beauteful peice! Makes ya look at nature with a whole new appreciashun. Sort of makes you realize we're not as imporant as we think we are, but in a good way. I gotta get out camping or sumtin soon. This got me right in the feels!