I don’t see the poem as just about trees, it’s about us. From early childhood, a tree whose hungry mouth is prest, through the struggles of life. We look to God in prayer and supplication (looking at God all day), whether in the summer of our life (with a nest of robins in our hair), the dreariness of rain (intimately living with rain) or as we grow old (snow upon our bosom). We are God’s creation; woven together in an eternal song, dependant upon the Earth, the air around us and God.
Truth and Simplicity
Some of the criticisms directed at Mr. Kilmer were that much of his poetry was too simple and overly sentimental. But often that is exactly what we need instead of spending the day wondering what a phrase means. Or as Paul said in 2 Corinthians 1:12 (NIV) “Now this is our boast: Our conscience testifies that we have conducted ourselves in the world, and especially in our relations with you, with integrity[a] and godly sincerity. We have done so, relying not on worldly wisdom but on God’s grace”.