Trees

One of my favorite poems of all time is this one by Poet, Joyce Kilmer. I thought I’d share a few of my photos depicting trees from some of the places I’ve visited.

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.

By: Joyce Kilmer