A poem targeting Alice's word, exquisite.

When I focus on the word exquisite,
Excellence becomes so explicit.

Look around, what do you see,
More excellently made,
Then you and me.

Consider, a moment, if you will,
World population, it'll bring a chill,
Physical appearances with tons of variations,
Voices, personalities, traits, habits,
Intelligence, mannerisms, what diversification.

Few chattels are flawless,
'n interestingly explored,
Nothing captures attention,
quicker or more,
Then life itself,
So exquisitely done,
By God The Father, Holy Spirit,
And God The Son!