Trees
By Shaurya N
Published 25 July 2023
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 chest:
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 lives intimately with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me.
But only god can make a tree.