Source: U.S. National Archives’ Local Identifier: NWDNS-79-AA-U01

The poem “Trees,” by Joyce Kilmer, can be thought of as a beautiful tribute to trees in the four seasons.

TREES  by Joyce Kilmer

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.

From “Trees” in Trees and Other Poems. by Joyce Kilmer. New York: George H. Doran Company, 1914.

Enjoy also this parody by Ogden Nash:

I think that I shall never see
A billboard lovely as a tree.
Perhaps, unless the billboards fall,
I’ll never see a tree at all.

~Ogden Nash, “Song of the Open Road,” 1933