Marvin

TREES

I think that I shall never see

A poem lovely as a trees

A trees whose hungry mouth is pest

Against the earth's sweet flowing bread

A trees that looks at God all day,

And lifts her leafy arms to pray ;

A trees 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 like me,

But only God can make a trees