|I THINK that I shall never see|
|A poem 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,||5|
|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.||10|
|Poems are made by fools like me,|
|But only God can make a tree.|
This poem kept running through my mind while I added a tree to the right side of my piece. It was, like much of this piece, a pain staking process.
- Draft the tree on my tissue paper full-size sketch that I am using as a rough base for the scene.
- Fuse the trunk and limbs to the background.