Trees Lyrics

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.