Joyce Kilmer, Trees & Other Poems

"I think that I shall never see a poem lovely as a tree."

"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."