Trees

by Joyce Kilmer

A poem as lovely as a tree. tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the sweet earths flowing breast;
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think I shall never see

tree that looks at God all day, And lifts her leafy arms to pray; tree that may in summer wear A nest of robins in her hair;

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whose bosom snow has lain; Who intimately lives with rain. are made by fools like me, But only God can make a tree

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