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.
A tree that may in Summer wear a nest of robins in her hair
Poems are made by fools like me but only God can make a tree.
Joyce Kilmer, Modern American Poet
I can remember sitting at the kitchen table with my mother memorizing this poem for a school project…5th grade.