I THINK that I shall never see
A poem as lovely as a tree.A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth’s 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.TREES, Joyce Kilmer. 1886–1918
From the moment I’ve learned how to read, that poem has always been repeated on my mind especially when I was passing through the McArthur Highway. The government warned us to take care of our trees, yet they are the ones who suddenly made them fall.
It was the headline news of The Philippine Daily Inquirer last July 20, 2009.











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From the time I entered this school year, the guardssss of the campus really keep an eye on me. I don’t know why! What the hell did i do?






