Sing willow, willow, willow
sorry, couldn't resist (Joyce Kilmer's 'Trees'):
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.
What are you apologising for? This is the sort of fantastic contribution that makes the comments section so enlightening. Thank you for sharing!
sorry, couldn't resist (Joyce Kilmer's 'Trees'):
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.
What are you apologising for? This is the sort of fantastic contribution that makes the comments section so enlightening. Thank you for sharing!