The TALE: Tehachapi Art, Literature and Entertainment
April 2, 2022
I think that I shall never see
A poem as 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,
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 within the rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.