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Kilmer, Joyce: Trees

Portre of Kilmer, Joyce

Trees (English)

I think that I shall never see   

A poem lovely as a tree.             

 

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest    

Against the sweet earth's 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.



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