Tree
I know that I shall never see
a creation as 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 its leafy arms to pray
A tree that will always wear
A nest of birds in her hair
Upon whose bosom rain waters has lain
Who lives intimately in the rain
Poems are made by fools like me
But only God can make a tree
Copyright © Hanson William | Year Posted 2017
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