"Poems are made by fools like me, but only God can make a tree"

           Trees by Joyce Kilmer (1886-1918)

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  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.

  

  Note on pic above:  One of my husband’s favorite poems from his childhood who reminded me of it when I asked which poem he’d like me to associate with his picture– the request for which was made by a friend.