A Nasser...

"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."
-By Joyce Kilmer 
NB: Dear Nasser, As I know by reading your poems that the tree has been your inspiration for ever and you like it very much so at the moment I read this poem, I thought to dedicate you. I hope you will like it. 

I am very happy Nasser that you appreciate it... Thanks a lot...