I think that I shall never see

A poem 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 people like me,

But only God can make a tree.

by: Joyce Kilmer (1886-1918)

May the Spirits always walk at your side!!

Thank you for walking this path with me!




  



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