Trees
Joyce Kilmer
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.
Ye are the light of the world. A city that is set on an hill cannot be hid. (KJV) ( Matthew 5:14 )
Do you ever feel like the world around you is awfully dark? Remember it only takes one flicker of light to pierce through dark spaces. When in darkness, even the tiniest light cannot be ignored. Don’t underestimate the difference your light can make in your community. Go out today and brighten your world!
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