Trees - Poem by Joyce Kilmer

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.

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Comments (7)

  1. EyeVey

    One of my all time favorites!

    April 02, 2016
    1. noahbody

      and mine.

      April 02, 2016
  2. belladora

    I am a tree hugger, tree poem lover, could easily hurt people that cut down trees to build more houses we do not need.

    April 02, 2016
    1. noahbody

      April 02, 2016
  3. fierylady

    This is so beautiful! Thank you!

    April 02, 2016
    1. noahbody

      You prompted it.

      April 02, 2016
      1. fierylady

        April 03, 2016