Trees by Joyce Kilmer

I think that I shall never see

A poem 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 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.


“Blessed are those who walk hand in hand with goodness…they are like trees planted by streams of water, that yield fruit in due season…”  Psalm 1

…Blessed is Joyce Kilmer for this exquisite poem…

…may we be like him to bear good fruit during our lifetime…