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 Got all day
and lifts her leafy arms to prey
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 made a tree
——Joyce Kilmer,1914
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