the trees

    TREES

        by: Joyce Kilmer (1886-1918)

        THINK that I shall never see

        A poem lovely as a tree.

         

        A tree whose 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.

I love this poem 

one of the bests, for me!
this used to ease my boredom riding a tricycle to and from

 the OLD Davao International Airport  to Lanang Road. 

There used to be signages bearing every stanza of this poem on the roadside.