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Educational Resources Ecology Essays Rage Against Environmental Decline TREES By Joyce Kilmer I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed 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. |
Generations pass while some trees stand, and old families last not three oaks. — Thomas Brown 1605-82 |
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