I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the earthโ€™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 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.

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@Pretyjhen posted 4 years ago

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Nice write up

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Thanks

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You're welcome ๐Ÿ˜

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Thankyou dear

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You're welcome ๐Ÿ˜

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Thanks

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You're welcome

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4 years ago

good one

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4 years ago

Thankyou so much haha

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Good write dear

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