Alfred Joyce Kilmer who wrote the poem, “Trees” He was killed by a sniper. His poetry is rarely noted but Trees is the big one. A deeply religious man he was killed in World War One at the age of 31. below is my take off on it.
I think I will never see,
A woman as lovely as a tree,
The tree whose roots grow into the ground,
A tree that gives shade all around.
A tree uplifted towards heavens way,
A tree with branches that in the air sway.
A tree where squirrels romp around,
A tree where the wind makes the only sound.
Poems are made by Kilmer and me,
But only the Lord can make a tree.
Trees are woman, they protect us, nurture us and are the roots of civilization.