I have planted a tree. Sweet winds will you wait for its branches to grow? O friendliest snow, Will you cover its boughs from the cold When my seedling is old? I have planted a Priest for the sky; A Temple for birds passing by; A net to entangle the moon; A green shelter at noon. I have taken a spade And a naked brown shoot and have made A miracle! Nay, the glory is Thine, O God of the dew and the air! But the wonder is mine; -- And mine is the prayer: @3In far summers my eyes may not see, Let green branches murmur of me. I have planted a tree.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY HUT; AFTER TRAN QUANG KHAI by HAYDEN CARRUTH COMRADE JESUS by SARAH NORCLIFFE CLEGHORN RICH DAYS by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES IMMORTALITY by EMILY DICKINSON A MOTHER'S LOVE by JAMES MONTGOMERY VAN ELSEN by FREDERICK GEORGE SCOTT |