...this will never change
Just something I thought we should all remember. We might do great advancements in science...seemingly anyway, but they still have to use material, or microbes already here. There is a Creator, and man or woman is not Him. Don't forget it. :)
A poem by Joyce Kilmer. 1886–1918
Trees
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.