Trees are what make a captivating landscape for me. They are the first things that draw my eyes wherever I go. Their varied forms and designs are pleasant to behold, even awe-inspiring. Even a lone tree standing in a wide stretch of green fields turns the otherwise monotonous view into poetry. It evokes inspiration; it sings in my heart.
Sometimes, I wish I were a tree.
This best-loved tree poem here tells of the simple yet figuratively worth-imitating life of a tree. It's one of my favorite poems.
TREES
by: Joyce Kilmer (1886-1918)
- 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 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;
- 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.
No comments:
Post a Comment