MaggieMoose: Tree Love

Maggie’s pawsability thought for the day:

Trees

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 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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