It was a beautiful garden,
filled with so many flowers;
Pinks, Hibiscuses, Roses,
Violas, Magnolias, Sunflowers,
Lilies, Tulips, Daisies
And so many more.
All different in their colours,
all different in their scent,
but never was any not a beauty.
The whole point of this piece is this:
the world is made up of different people, with different colours, accents, race, or descents. One thing similar however, in the midst of these differences is the beauty they all share. For I feel that such differences are the world’s beauty