A simple tribute to the tree

By Joyce Kilmer

I think that I shall never see
A poem as lovely as a tree
A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed
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 for 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