I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the Earth's sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at the Gods 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 the Gods can make a tree.
- Joyce Kilmer ( 1914 )
O'k, so I changed it a little and made God ( Gods ). As the kids say, whatever !
Go with Odin's wisdom, Freyja's love, and Thor's protection !