God doesn't [Ctrl + C] then [Ctrl +V] (Poem)

God doesn’t copy and paste 
He isn’t like us because he doesn’t want just to replicate or replace 
He wants to create, and so he does
If life was a canvas, there is no such thing as a default tree he makes 
He gives every tree a different DNA code; He sprouts them in different ways 
The leaves and fruit that come of it are in different spots and different shapes 
He doesn’t make every birch and oak and spruce the same 
But even more so, he differentiates: 
Spruce from spruce 
Birch from Birch
Oak from Oak 
In the same way that snowflakes are always different
A beautiful lace that is wrapped in frost 
Every intricate part of their heart different 
All you have to do is look outside
Look at the trees and blades of grass
Dandelions you blow on to make a wish out of 
Rivers that aren’t just dug into the ground but curve with the land
When God created the lily of the valley flower, He thought of me!
When He handcrafted the droop of the flower,
When the petals seemed like too much for the stem
When He knew that the seed of that very flower would look like a sun-dried tomato 
He thought, “Ally will see My hand in this.” 
Why do you think He got lazy with you? 
Why do you think you are just a copy and paste of past family members? 
Why do you think you are crafted from recycled product? 
“Yeah, I have my dad’s nose but my mom’s eyes” 
God knows the curve of your nose; He crafted it from clay 
God knows the scars that litter your knees from late nights
God knows the scars that cover your thighs and unguarded heart 
God knows the way your heart stutters when you hear their name
God knows the load you carry
God knows the load of laundry you forgot
God knows the load you picked up when you were 12 and never had the gust to put down
He didn’t get lazy, nor did He forget 
He is not a deadbeat dad who puts the TV on and gets lost staring at a screen
He sees you enter the house, muddy shoes and wide-smiled
He chases you to the bathtub
He washes you clean