Weak at The Knees – Poems about Trees

I could not stop staring at these, so I had to share! Trees have always been revered, because of their longevity and usefulness and play a huge role in many of the world’s mythologies.
What is it about trees that make us go…Wow!! Here are two poems and some pictures of trees from Pixabay

Weak at The Knees – Trees

by Ama Danesi

Solus and narrowly defined.
I curb the sun and sneer at darkness,
with arms lifted, taunting,  I –
dare frost to take its worst bite
at my indelible tracks.
My strength is in my praise to the third day
and to the One who binds my unsightly claws
from the ache of scratching the earth.
Weak at the knees, fields lay prostrate – in awe.

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 sweet earth’s 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.

I agree with Joyce, there’s no poem as lovely as a tree!

Enjoy 🙂