trees 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 tree 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 poems are made by fools like me but only god can make a tree 