imitation #10: Donovan Acuna

Poem of 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.

Source: Poetry (August 1913).

Joyce Kilmer

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Trees

I know I could never see something so

lovely or lively as a magnificent tree.

A tree whose hunger is always met.

Against the earth’s rich bellowing core.

A tree that Looks at God all day and stays

strong and true. Never burning from the sight

of Him, lifting her leafy arms to pray.

A tree has no transgressions.

A tree is a sign of what God made new.

A sign that what He made is true and if

you lived as a tree you would prosper as

a disciple of the Lord, like the sinless

creature that is a tree. Nature’s home

and man’s too. Except we mend them to us

instead of adapting to them. A tree

a fort, a jungle, an imaginary

place that all children once conceived

as a playground or an obstacle to

make their days go by with ease,

is the beacon of life forged by the

hands of God and sometimes sustained by man.

By men of a humbled stature who knows

a tree isn’t just something physically

bigger than him. But bigger in all ways.

A tree is a totem of growing life,

built from strongly woven roots of timber.