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 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
photo: davedehetre
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Beautiful!
My favorite:
“A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair”
Worded brilliantly and wonderful imagery.
For sure. I’d have to say that the last two lines are my favorite:
“Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.”