Read the poem and answer the following question 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.

What does the poet compare a tree, with?

A poem  A poet  God  All of the above

A poem

The poet in the poem “Trees” compares a tree with a poem.