Trees

BY JOYCE KILMER

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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I saw them cutting down a tree at Hyde Park last 12 March 2015.

It is sad to think how quickly a tree can be cut down

considering how many years it took for the tree to get that big. 

This is man's work.

I took this picture a week after.

There is no more sign of the big tree.

This is God's work.

I took a picture of a nearby tree.

This one gets to live another day.