Trees

This Friday’s poem was chosen for Arbor Day – Trees  by Alfred Joyce Kilmer.

Trees

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.

      – Alfred Joyce Kilmer –

It inspired this painting by Margot Wethey:

And this from Ogden Nash:

I think that I shall never see
A billboard lovely as a tree
Indeed, unless the billboards fall,
I’ll never see a tree at all.