I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth’s sweet 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.
–Joyce Kilmer, 1914
This was written by American poet Alfred Joyce Kilmer. Published among other poems in a little collection, much of his work was seen as too traditional, too simplistic, and too sentimental for the time by his peers. On the bright side, he was a leading poet for the American Roman Catholic Church (if that’s your thing). I chose this poem for it’s relatability. I too get awestruck in nature, taken over by the immense beauty and life that happens all around us and I think a lot of people can understand/see where he is coming from in his though process… see, simple, but in a good way…. HAVE A GREAT WEEK SEE YOU SOON:D