| Joyce Kilmer. 1886–1918 |
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| Trees |
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| I THINK that I shall never see | |
| A poem lovely as a tree. | |
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| A tree whose hungry mouth is prest | |
| Against the sweet earth's flowing breast; | |
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| A tree that looks at God all day, | |
| And lifts her leafy arms to pray; | |
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| A tree that may in summer wear | |
| A nest of robins in her hair; | |
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| Upon whose bosom snow has lain; | |
| Who intimately lives with rain. | |
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| Poems are made by fools like me, | |
| But only God can make a tree. This poem has inspired many and several videos are produced and are available in You tube. In various web sites on poetry this poem is available. simply to promote the environmental awareness with spirituality I post this with courtesy |
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