Ode to a Pine

I thought that I would be a quiet tree, Firm-rooted in the ground with sun and rain, But on this secluded crag, alone, I see All beauty shines this mountain like a chain.

In ancient vigor stand the mighty pines, Their branches stretch with proud serenity. Oh, can it be that I am one of these lines Of force and grace that flow in harmony!

• Joyce Kilmer