Gazing on the meadow, glowing all a bright with flowers,
I fail to see a blossom wasn’t nurtured by spring showers.
Colors envelop this small world, and none the better be.
We all behold the beauty, as far as eyes can see.
But, for some ugly reason, as some glare upon this planet,
They try to conjure reasons why God placed some people on it.
Let me cut right to the chase, each and every human face
Has a right to their own place, as flowers of the human race.
Copyright © Ray Dillard