August 14, 2007

" Trees"

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth's 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.




Joyce Kilmer. 1886–1918


- i miss this poem.

and at the end of this journey, my wonderful story begins...

1 comment:

pamc said...

ad2 airport sa CDO, naa na nga poem! :)_