A poem lovely as a tree.
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A nest of robins in her hair;
Who intimately lives with rain.
But only God can make a tree.
I have found caterpillar's in my hair and robins in the kitchen but I quite like the idea of a robin bobbing along and whispering in my ear from the comfort of his nest entangled in my hair.