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