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Trees by Sergeant Joyce Kilmer

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

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
against the earth’s sweet, flowing brest.

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.

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