Poem reads:
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.
--Joyce Kilmer
(1886-1918)

I changed the hue and saturation of the leaves in each of the corners. I blended the word art with overlay mode to make it lighter against the dark background.