Tree
-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;
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Who intimately lives with rain
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
Chanting Tree< /p>
I have never seen any poem
as beautiful as a tree.
The hungry mouth of the tree clings to the sweet and rich earth;
It looks up to God every day
It lifts its lush arms high 桠Pray;
In summer, a robin builds a nest in the hair of the tree;
In winter, it wears snowflakes on its chest
It also blends with the rain** *Have a good night.
A fool like me writes poetry,
Only God can build a tree.