BY JOYCE KILMER
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.
3 thoughts on “Trees”
I love this poem and recently read it at the poetry group to which I belong.
Trees are amazing in so many ways including the exercise I am provided with when the three huge oaks behind my house shed their leaves! As I sweep I remember the developing buds that will open into life in the spring. God gives that life and I give thanks for it.
Yes, it is lovely isn’t it. All credit to James for finding it – I don’t really know a lot of poetry…
I was looking through my mum’s bookshelf and found this poem in a poetry book that my dad had given my mum. I thought it was rather lovely so I’m glad you both enjoyed it.