I think that I shall never seeA poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prestAgainst 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 wearA 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.
Poema sugerido e lido por: Afina Flenko, 7.º C.
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