Preschooler Art: Study in T(h)ree

Trees ~ by Joyce Kilmer

I think that I shall never see   
A poem lovely as a tree.   

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest   
Against the sweet earth's 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.