Imagine
Imagine,
for a moment,
that you have 3 roses.
All the same color,
all the same size and shape.
All of them clones of each other.
You bought these flowers as seeds,
and are growing them on your windowsill.
Now imagine,
that each of these flowers were people.
One of your flowers is first world people,
another is second world,
and the last flower is third world people.
You grow these flowers,
giving them water and sunshine,
soil and love.
If we raise our flowers equally,
than why do we not raise our people equally?
Why do we put our first flower in a big pot,
while putting the third flower in a cup?
Why do we put the first flower in the sun with excessive water,
when the third is in the shadows getting no water?
Why do we do this when we could simply put all the flowers in pots,
out in the sun with equal water?
Why do we treat the flowers differently when they are all the same?
Why give some less love than others?
Why be so mean?
Why so cruel to these people?
We are all alike.
All needing the same amount of love.
So why give some less?
Now imagine.
Imagine we treat our flowers the same.
Give them equal love.
Imagine all the starving and dieing,
gone.
Imagine we were to all treat our flowers the same.
Does that sound so hard?
Imagine fixing your drooping flower.
Turning its brown leaves green.
Making a difference.
Imagine if everyone took a step in the right direction,
if we combine the steps,
imagine all the flowers that would be healed.
Imagine.
Copyright © Jill Spitz | Year Posted 2012
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