The Trees

The Trees

The Trees-Pastel Study 2

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 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.

Song by Joyce Kilmer

The Trees belongs to the following groups:

Green!, Mixed Media, Vibrant and Vivid Color and Yellow Fever