06:59
Winter Willow tree
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 blossom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems were made by fools like me
But only God can make a tree.
Joyce Kilmer
When i was a child , we had a huge weeping willow tree in our front yard where my sister and i would sit under the long hanging branches and play .. so many wonderful memories. ..
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