Tree Plantation

I think that I shall never see 

A poem lovely as a tree

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest

A gainst 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 reruns in her hair

Upon whose bosom snow his lain

Who intimately lives with rain

Poems are made by feels like me

But only God can make a tree