Double Challenge: Monochrome and Weekly Challenge (One and Done)
I was driving in another town and turned onto a street looking for an address.
Suddenly this tree came into view in full bloom.
Surely, its location between two rows of buildings, shelters it from the cold
and has contributed to its amazing show of blossoms.
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 blossom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems were made by fools like me
But only God can make a tree.
by: Joyce Kilmer (1886-1918)
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