Trees I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the earth's sweat flowing breast A tree that looks at God all day And lifts her lofty arms to pray A tree that may in summer wear A nest of robbins 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 Joyce Kilmer 1886 - 1918
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@@angellighttarot2321 thanks for the tour of the Brucemore estate 😀
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