Il testo della Trees

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.

Poem by joyce kilmer (1886-1918)
Music written in 1922 by oscar rasbash