My Favorite Tree

There's a tree I enjoy looking at across the street from my house. It doesn't matter what the season, the tree is beautiful any time of the year. When I see the mighty tree, I always think about the poem, Trees by Joyce Kilmer. This afternoon, we are being pelted by rain, making the tree look greener than usual. The most colorful I have seen the tree is in the fall and the winter scene seems to sparkle with snow and ice.

TREES

I think that I shall never see

a poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest

against the sweet earth's 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

1886-1918