TREES

by: Joyce Kilmer (1886-1918)

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.

A Tree
A tree that once stood alone, A tree that was unstable, And not very strong, A tree that didnt have much of a chance, For a tree for night did understand, A tree that was so afraid to let go, For that reason, That tree never learned to grow, A tree that never felt the warmth of the sun, Or made shadows in the moon, For a tree who could seem to never blossom into something new A tree with branches that snapped, With thunderstorms and hurricanes beating on its back A tree that never grew up to be all it could be, I wonder what was holding this tree back from its dreams?

By Adam Redfern

All Things Bright and Beautiful

~Cecil Frances Alexander

All things bright and beautiful, All creatures great and small, All things wise and wonderful, The Lord God made them all. Each little flower that opens, Each little bird that sings, He made their glowing colors, He made their tiny wings. The purple-headed mountain, The river running by, The sunset, and the morning, That brightens up the sky; The cold wind in the winter, The pleasant summer sun, The ripe fruits in the garden, He made them every one. He gave us eyes to see them, And lips that we might tell, How great is God Almighty, Who has made all things well.