Of that you can be sure.
Where we are different,
The lines begin to blur.
From the way we were taught
With our books, papers and tapes
Our floppies and our thoughts.
We value integrity
Of the people we meet,
And we respect honesty.
If anyone cares to ask.
We read between the lines
In print first to last.
Although disagree on points.
But we grow flowers and trees,
So, in nature we are joined.
I wouldn't want it any other way.
The sameness is familiar,
And that is as it should stay.
