Today’s challenge is to re-write a poem. I choose one of my favorites: Trees.
I Think that I shall Never Be I shall never be a poet, It's unnatural. Don't I know it. Still, poetry nourishes my body and soul, Like the Lord resting, or a flowery knoll. God is here, and God is there, Oh God! You are everywhere. God's creation blooms new. His seasons unfold, The same with a poem, each time re-told. Vanity of vanities. My heart is a knothole, Interesting to look at, but impossible to know.
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.