Ode to Trees

TREES by Joyce Kilmer (1886-1918)

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 people like me,

But only God can make a tree.

Poplar

Spruce

Schubert Chokecherry and Spruce

trees in Louisiana above and below (photo taken by my son Tyler)

Amur Cherry

Pine tree in Cold Lake

maple

Ahh, the beauty of trees!