I think that I may never see

a poem as beautiful as a tree.

 

A tree who is hungry for sun

and hungry for air.

 

A tree that looks at God all day

and lifts its leafy arms in the sky to pray.

 

A tree that may in summer wear

a nest of baby rainbow lorikeets in its hair.

 

Poems are made for fools like me,

but only God can make a beautiful tree.