Tonight as I as was reading the insightful responses to this morning’s blogpost, I remembered a poem that my third grade teacher used to recite to us. I quickly googled it and read it again after all these years. Needless to say, I could not pass up the opportunity to follow the last blog post with this one. It’s amazing how such simple words can touch the depths of your soul. Much gratitude to Mr. Kilmer.
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.