"Fools Like Me"

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.
-- Joyce Kilmer

That's some beautiful imagery.

Spring is coming. It has to.

"And now I'm walking in the park, and all of the birds they dance below me. Maybe when things turn green again, it will be good to say you know me." -- John Mayer