Trees

First, I found the plaque my Grandma used to hang on her wall.  

It looks like a piece of redwood with the poem etched in it.

Second, one of my girlie friends quoted it on Facebook.

Third, the birds happy chirping woke me up 

and it started running through my mind.

Since this poem keeps popping up, 

it needs to be shared, so...

TREES

by Joyce Kilmer

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,	5
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.	10
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.