Trees
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(多叶的)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.
风语卫
好美啊!
莫愁姐姐 回复 @风语卫:
感谢您的聆听!期待再来
沫沫子Love
有文本就更完美了
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