The air is like a butterfly With frail blue wings. The happy earth looks at the sky And sings.
Alfred Joyce Kilmer
(1886 - 1918)
Source: "Joy"
The air is like a butterfly With frail blue wings. The happy earth looks at the sky And sings.
Poems are made by fools like me, But only God can make a tree.
I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree.