Wouldn’t you believe but there is one poem that I can easily recite until now even though this was taught to us by our grade V teacher (RIP), forty-five years back. The poem entitled “Trees”- by Joyce Kilmer (1886-1918) and records would show that it was originally published in 1914. Here it is as I vividly recall it…
I think that I shall never see,
A poem lovely as a tree
A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed,
against the earth 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 ribbons 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***
( I felt super dreary when the big tree planted 34 years back by a family member was cut down recently for some reasons. We just do not realize how fortunate we are to live in this fertile area where trees can grow robustly while there are many places in the other parts of this world where land is barren with no trees growing there…)
