Trees Lyrics

I think that I shall never see

A poem lovely as a tree

A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed

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

But only God can make a tree