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.
That's what came to mind, anyways, by the time I'm done getting ready.
|Joe Fresh sweater, Gap shirt (Outlet, old),|
Gap skirt, Aerosole boots (Winners)
Someone at work said I remind him of a leprechaun. I had to correct him! HAH!
Well, it is spring, ain't it? Spring... nature... trees... No?
|BR butterfly necklace|
Trees... leaves... buds... butterfly... No?
|Nygard cuff (Sears)|
Butterfly... pretty... showy... jewelry... cuff... No?
My weekend starts today, so yay, weekend!