My inspiration for today's poem comes from stumbling across this fantastic project -That Tree - in which a photographer sets out to photograph the same tree for a year in a variety of shots, in an effort to get himself back on track after a near-fatal accident. It's a truly wonderful project and has garnered interest from far and wide.
Trees - 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.