I think that I shall never see
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 rainPoems are made by fools like me
But only God can make a tree

-Joyce Kilmer-

Becky’s Squares:  TreeSquare

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