Rainy Days

Trees, by Joyce Kilmer

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 bosom snow has lain
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.


    1. Thanks Marcus! I was pretty happy that I managed to make some use of a cruddy rainy day. πŸ™‚ I’m getting really sick of rain lol. This is supposed to be California! πŸ˜‰

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