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

Author: Alfred Joyce Kilmer (1886-1918)

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I have to say it now, it's been good life all in all, 
it's really fine to have a chance to hang around. 
and lie there by the fire and watch the evening tire 
while all my friends and my old lady 
sit and pass a pipe around. 
And talk of poems and prayers and promises 
and things that we believe in. 
How sweet it is to love someone, 
how right it is to care. 
How long it's been since yesterday, 
what about tomorrow 
and what about our dreams 
and all the memories we share? 

Days they pass so quickly now, 
the nights are seldom long. 
Time around me whispers when it's cold. 
The changes somehow frightens me, 
still I have to smile. 
It turns me on to think of growing old. 
For though my life's been good to me 
there's still so much to do. 
So many things my mind has never known. 
I'd like to raise a family, I'd like to sail away 
and dance across the mountains on the moon. 

I have to say it now, it's been good life all in all, 
it's really fine to have a chance to hang around. 
and lie there by the fire and watch the evening tire 
while all my friends and my old lady 
sit and pass a pipe around. 
And talk of poems and prayers and promises 
and things that we believe in. 
How sweet it is to love someone, 
how right it is to care. 
How long it's been since yesterday, 
what about tomorrow 
and what about our dreams 
and all the memories we share? 

Sung By: John Denver 

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