Poetry with Ice Cold

I THINK that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
(Seems to mean upright wood to me)

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth's flowing breast;
( Oh Baby *Taking cold shower*)

A tree that looks at God all day, 5
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
( Oh God Oh God)

A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
( I bet it smells like strawberries too)

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain. 10
(Cold boob=nippin'😉

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
(You ain't foolin' me you dirty old woman 😠 )

Originally posted by Ice Cold
I THINK that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
(Seems to mean upright wood to me)

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth's flowing breast;
( Oh Baby *Taking cold shower*)

A tree that looks at God all day, 5
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
( Oh God Oh God)

A tree that may in summer we ike me,
But only God can make a tree.
(You ain't foolin' me you dirty old woman 😠 )