A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed
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;

Vpon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain

Poems are made by fools like me
But only God can make a tree

我想我将永不会读到
像树一般优美的诗篇。

树那饥渴的嘴紧紧贴住
大地乳汁甘美的胸脯；

它整天仰望着上帝
举起枝叶繁茂的手臂祈祷;

它茂密如发的枝叶里
夏天可住一窝知更鸟；

白雪曾躺在它怀中；
雨水与它亲密同住。

诗歌出自我等愚人之手，
而树却是造化之工。