----- Original Message ----- From: paleodan To: "Undisclosed-Recipient:;"@av1-7.us4.outblaze.com Sent: Sunday, June 13, 2010 8:57 PM Subject: Trees Trees I think that I shall never see A poem 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 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," 1914