This is my all-time favorite poem. It was written by Joyce Kilmer. I was reminded of it again as yesterday I stood to look at one of our giant live oak trees. The wind was blowing in gusts over thirty miles an hour. That old oak would give a bit with the wind but never break. It's leaves are green in February. Soon a new set will come to carry it through summer and fall.They are truly one of God's great creations.
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast.
A tree that looks at God all day
And lifts it's lengthy arms to pray
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair.
Upon whose bosom snow has lain,
And infinitely lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me
But only God can make a tree.
Alfred Joyce Kilmer
1886-1918
