Though faces vary, features shift and sway,
Our hues like petals on a flowered hill,
Each soul unique, a spark in life’s ballet,
Yet bound by threads no time nor space can still.
The rivers of our thoughts may course apart,
Through lands of joy, of sorrow, peace, and strife,
Yet all streams share the ocean of the heart,
A tide that sings the symphony of life.
From farthest shores to close and tender ground,
We walk as kin beneath the same vast skies.
Our laughter, tears, in every tongue resound;
One truth persists where all illusion lies.
For we, diverse as stars in heaven’s span,
Are one in this: the miracle of man.
JH
Julan62 