I THINK that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth’s 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.
Joyce Kilmer (1886-1918)
PS: I’ve been thinking about this beautiful poem during the past couple of weeks; while anticipating the start of Autumn. Lines from the poem come to me throughout the day as I look out at the still green leaves on the trees here.
A poem that I remember from grade school too, one we had to memorize. 😉
I hope you enjoy re-reading this beautiful classic too.