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I think that I shall never see

a poem lovely as a tree…


a tree that looks at God all day,

and lifts her leafy arms to pray…


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.



Joyce Kilmer (1886-1914)