Ahad, 29 Ogos 2010

Allah Maha Besar

TREES

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed
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 people like me,
But only God can make a tree.
TREES by: Joyce Kilmer (1886-1918)
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