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.
The above by Joyce Kilmer (1886-1918) noted American Poet and Journalist, killed during the 2nd Battle of the Marne in World War I, while serving as a sergeant in the 165th U.S. Infantry Division.