Child's painting

In this picture you see a tree. It was based of a poem the childs grandfather used to say:
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,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.