Arbor Day Poem

Friday, April 25 is Arbor Day, and April is National Poetry Month. In honor of those two convergent events, here is an oldie but goodie: Trees by Joyce Kilmer --

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.