Trees

Trees - The Spaniels

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 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