Part 3 — TREES
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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.
Joyce Kilmer [1886-1918]