1 I think that I shall never see 2 A poem as lovely as a tree. 3 A tree whose hungry mouth is prest 4 Against the earth's sweet flowing breast; 5 A tree that looks at God all day, 6 And lifts her leafy arms to pray; 7 A tree that may in Summer wear 8 A nest of robins in her hair; 9 Upon whose bosom snow has lain; 10 Who intimately lives with rain. 11 Poems are made by fools like me, 12 But only God can make a tree.