Trees

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;

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.
– Joyce Kilmer
 Trees

I think that I shall never see

A 1._______ lovely as a tree.

A tree whose 2.____ mouth is pressed

Against the earth’s 3._____ flowing
breast;

A 4.____ that looks at God all day,

And lifts her leafy arms to 5.____;

A tree that may in 6.____ wear

A 7.____ of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;

yWho intimately lives with 8.___.

Poems are made by fools like 9.__,

But only 10.___ can make a tree.
– Joyce Kilmer