Trees

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 (115)

Nice and innovative poem
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the earth's sweet flowing breast; very good poem. tony
Excellent.
Awesome piece! ! ! Poems are written by a fool like me but only God can make a tree....deep!
Relearning this poem from my youth😊
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