Trees
Joyce Kilmer
1886 to 1918
Track 1
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I think that I shall never see
A poem as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;
A tree that at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.