Tytuł: Trees

• Wykonawca: Perry Como
• Wyświetleń: 224

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.