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...GLADYS AND HER ISLAND; AN IMPERFECT TALE WITH DOUBTFUL MORAL by JEAN INGELOW AULD ROBIN GRAY by ANNE LINDSAY SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 119 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI DEDICATION TO POEMS, LYRICS AND SONNETS by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON |