Lovely Tree Poem

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Trees 

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 Sergeant Joyce Kilmer 1886-1918

Blossoming Cherry Tree, drawing from the sketchbook of Julie B Montgomery, Copenhagen, 2002

I dedicate this poem to all mothers, especially mine, who models creativity in everything she does.  Happy Mother's Day.