The trees are God's great alphabet: With them He writes in shining green Across the world His thoughts serene. He scribbles poems against the sky With a gay, leafy lettering, For us and for our bettering. The wind pulls softly at His page, And every star and bird Repeats in dutiful delight His word, And every blade of grass Flutters to class. Like a slow child that does not heed, I stand at summer's knees, And from the primer of the wood I spell that life and love are good, I learn to read. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FLAT-HUNTER'S WAY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS A FEW RULES FOR BEGINNERS by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE WHITE PEACOCK by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET CONTRA MORTEM: THE WOMAN'S GENITALS by HAYDEN CARRUTH FISH-LEAP FALL by ROBERT FROST |