Trees
Alfred Joyce Kilmer
I think 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;
Under whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives in rain.
Poems are made by fools like me
But only God can make a tree.
I think I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
Alfred Joyce Kilmer wrote this poem when he was fascinated with the trees as he opened his window one day that morning. He came up with the idea writing t...