A La Lune Collection Tribute to “Trees”

“I think that I shall never see a poem lovely as a tree” – so go the words penned by Joyce Kilmer in 1913 in his legendary work, “Trees”.

At La Lune Collection we, too, are great admirers of the tree, marveling at its beauty, dignity and strength.  Several of our rustic furniture designs pay special tribute to their source, the tree, by actually echoing and embodying it. We are pleased and proud to share some of those designs here.

La Lune Collection Dining Table #3091, Arm Chair #1290, Side Chair #1288, Hutch #2042

La Lune Collection Dining Table #3091, Arm Chair #1290, Side Chair #1288, Hutch #2042

Rustic Hall Tree #5060 by La Lune Collection





Rustic Dining Table #3089 by La Lune Collection

Rustic Coat Tree #5060

Can a hall tree really be a tree? The answer is that it can be, if it’s from La Lune Collection!  A beautiful way to bring a touch of nature indoors, this design is as elegant as it is functional.







Rustic Dining Table #3089

A round table makes conversation easy for everyone seated, and this round rustic dining table is a La Lune favorite.  Its inspired rustic design is created by our master craftsmen and features a delicate, precise branch “apron”, and a striking and graceful organic base of free-form branches.





Rustic Bed #4304 (Queen) by La Lune Collection

Rustic Bed #4304

A design masterpiece – graceful, freeform lines of natural branches are the distinctive design feature on this rustic bed’s headboard and footboard. Strikingly beautiful, it will most surely draw compliments and comments from all who see or sleep in it!







A tribute to “Trees” and its
author, Joyce Kilmer, would not be complete without enjoying the poem in its
entirety, and so we end here with a “reading” of it.

Joyce Kilmer

Joyce Kilmer


~ Joyce Kilmer, 1913

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth’s sweet 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