I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth's 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."
- Joyce Kilmer, 1886-1918, Trees
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Oh my, what beautiful colored trees ! Looks almost as if somebody had painted them !
Yesterday we had a visit from my son's friend, wife and two month old little daughter. Wasn't she cute ! I carried her around all the time because she loved to look at my colorful paintings !
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