ODE TO THE REDWOOD TREES...

I think that I shall never see....
A Poem lovely as a Tree;
A Tree who's 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.

CREDIT: Joyce Kilmer