Treedy
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I think that I will never see a poem lovely as a tree. A tree who's hungry mouth is prest. Against the earths 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 who's bossoms snow has lain. Who intimately lives with rain. Poems are made for people like me. But only God can make a tree.