A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is
prest
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.