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The few of you who actually know me personally know I'm about as far from religion as can be. Bearing that in mind - I liked this poem very much.
This Joyce Kilmer died as a soldier in World War 1 somewhere in France. There has to be some irony there.

Joyce Kilmer 1886–1918.

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.

Sorry if it's a trite one. It was new to me.