The Perfect Poet

Here is one of my favorite poems. I have often considered how God has created each small element of this earth with such grand precision, how everything has an exquisite delicacy beyond man's comprehension. I couldn't put it into better words than Robert Browning did when he said, "God is the perfect poet." I am sure Joyce Kilmer would agree.

Trees

Joyce Kilmer 

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 my fools like me,

But only God can make a tree.