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 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.
God, increase in me that wisdom which discovers my truest interest; strengthen my resolution to perform that which wisdom dictates. Amen. - އަޅުގަނޑުގެ އެންމެ ހެޔޮލާބަޔާއި މަންފާ ދެނެގަނެވޭ ޙިކުމަތް އަޅުގަނޑަށް އިތުރުކޮށްދެއްވާނދޭވެ އަޅުގަނޑުގެ ވެރި ރަސްކަލާކޮ! އަދި އެ ޙިކުމަތުން އަންގަވާ ކަންތައްތައް ކުރުމުގެ ޢަޒުމާއި ހިތްވަރު އަޅުގަނޑަށް ވަރުގަދަކޮށްދެއްވާނދޭވެ! އާމީން.
I condemn hypocrisy in all its forms - މުނާފިގުކަމުގެ ހުރިހާ ސިފައެއް އަހަރެން ކުށްވެރިކުރަމެވެ
Tuesday, July 04, 2023
Kilmer's most famous poem - you will never again take a tree for granted
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