A few seeds put into the ground,
All assumed to come out the same,
But unknown that they'll be different.
Blossoming into their own flowers,
Growing strong and proud,
All come out and show their beauty to,
Everyone who can see it.
Seen by some as a bad seed,
Would want to be different,
Must be the same.
It needs to fit in with the others,
It wants to express being different,
Through showing it to everyone,
But know inside it may not get acceptance.
Knowing it will never be accepted completely,
Wondering if it will change,
Not knowing that it was made that way,
For a purpose to show diversity.
It will never know what lies ahead,
But it will know to accept all that exist.
R. E. Knight