I think that I shall never see.....

We recently watched a t.v. program depicting famous old trees in California...with the background sound of a baritone rendition of the poem 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 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.

This is my oil painting 

of one of God's creations.