Today is Arbor Day–and since it is too early to plant a tree around here…I thought I’d share one of my favorite poems:
Trees by Joyce Kilmer
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree who’s 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 lives intimately with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
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