Inspired by one of my favorite poems, Trees 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 who looks to 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 lives intimately with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
but only God can make a tree.