A Place Where We All Can Find
Birds swooping down.
Angrily squawking at each other.
Viciously biting each other.
They do not understand that every bird has a different heartbeat.
The birds cannot exist together due to being closed-minded.
Slowly, the birds learn and start to repopulate; bringing in a new species.
There is color everywhere.
Splashes of purples, reds, blues, and pinks against a green canvas.
Other colors, such as, white, orange, black, and yellow flutter past each other.
At first the colors avoid each other, growth coming to a halt.
The colors then decide to join.
New colors flourish with each other.
We destroy each other.
We are very intellectual.
However, how can birds and flowers coexist but we cannot?
So let us open our gates that we have kept closed for so long.
Take a deep breath and listen for beating hearts.
For we are all but heart beats.
There is a place.
A place with coexistence and harmony.
A place where freedom is always accessible on china plates.
The gates will forever be open.
This place welcomes all.
You are welcome to this garden.
Copyright © Megan Valentine | Year Posted 2016
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