I think that I shall never see. . .

Here's the complete poem by Albert 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.

He would've gone crazy over the Katsura trees ablaze in our front yard, which not only glow but the turning leaves smell like cotton candy.

Come over and smell for yourself!