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 chest;
A tree that looks at the sky all day ,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray
A tree that may in summer swear
A nest of baby birds in her hair
Upon whose branches snow has laid
Who together lives with the rain
Poems are made by fools like me
But only nature can make a tree