poem on the topic trees
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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.
Answer:
I come from nature...
Hoping for a nice nature....
I grow and grow with aims....
But everyone uses me for games! ...
People say Oh! Good fresh Air...
But carpenters say strong wood for chair…
I have lots of wishes to fulfil…
But I die without seeing my pupil…
To you I bend and bow…
And plead with a voice so low…
Please do not kill me…
By turning me into coal…
I’ll grow old till I reach my goal...
Mark as brainliest ⚡❤