Trees

¹I think that I shall never see

²A poem lovely as a tree.

³A tree whose hungry mouth is prest

⁴Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;

⁵A tree that looks at God all day,

⁶And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

⁷A tree that may in Summer wear

⁸A nest of robins in her hair;

⁹Upon whose bosom snow has lain;

¹⁰Who intimately lives with rain.

¹¹Poems are made by fools like me,

¹²But only God can make a tree.