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 fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

by Joyce Kilmer

Comments (92)

Trees are awesome in the TRUE, original meaning of the word. This poem captures that awe perfectly.
Loved it from the first time I read it!
truly beautiful, can not beliveve this poem was in a superman film! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
I remember this poem from my early school days. Telling it to mr great grandson
I learned this poem on elementary school. I still remember it..I am now 80 years old..
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