Life is one and just the same
held by thin air that we breathe
doesn’t hold where we all came
since God exist in different names.
His act of creation made us all
by this rainbow we are just one.
Beauty and the beast can coexist
our love darkens when compared.
Bright of whites are without shade
for beauty comes in different makes.
Tribes like trees share night and day
one single tree can’t make a forest,
it grow old, withers in theatre of death;
our type must bond, build and grow.
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