Poems are made by fools like me, But only God can make a tree.
Alfred Joyce Kilmer (1886 - 1918)
Source: Trees, 1913
Contributed by: Zaady
The air is like a butterfly With frail blue wings. The happy earth looks at the sky And sings.
I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree.
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