Its a poem with the simplest message…that Nature’s work will always overshadow our own feeble attempts at creation. Therein lies its enduring popularity and so when i thought of composing some tree-musings the first two lines immediately sprang to mind. For today this simple evocative verse says it all…
(~a poem by Joyce Kilmer 1913)
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.