Â“I think that I shall never see
A poem as lovely as a tree
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earthÂ’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.
In this, a great American poem, Joyce Kilmer captures the beauty, majesty, and awe to be found in one of GodÂ’s most intriguing creatures, the tree. One thing that intrigued Kilmer, and possibly all others who would take time to reflect on that marvelous creation, is the treeÂ’s constant and intimate communion with God. As he states, Â“A tree that looks at God all day, and lifts her leafy arms to pray.Â”