Since I don't share my own I figured I would start sharing some of my favorites. :)
I don't know why but I have loved this poem for as long as I can remember...
Written 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.