I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed 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 But only God can make a treeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.