TREES
by: Joyce Kilmer
(1886-1918)
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.
My mom wrapped some leftover yarn on a twig which was laying in our front bvarandah
Still WIP |
In the corner of our living room |
It stands on the aquarium without the fish a doll is sitting on the roof of aquarium |
A bead hanging and a glimpse of my sitar on the right |
I think this is the complete post for easy deco in your living room,eco friendly frugal and beautiful to look at.
Go for a try...
XOXO
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