Tuesday, June 15, 2010

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.
Joyce Kilmer

Darwin did have a point when he spoke of a greater Artisan than Man who formed the shape of life in this world, but one wonders, did he really create a viable atheist alternative by calling that Artisan 'Nature' rather than God?

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