Monday, September 10, 2007
30 toes, and a day at the park
I THINK that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth's 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 rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
this poem is so cute....or maybe it's just cause' I am in love with trees.
Posted by INDIGO at 5:25 PM