From time to time, I like to refer to other poetry. I love animals and nature in general. Here, it seems is another who shares my particular love for the outdoors which was all a creation from the mind of God.
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.
by Joyce Kilmer
Isn’t this poem beautiful! ‘Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree’. What a sentence humbly expressing wonder
and sincere appreciation for one of God’s many wonders!