“does the society have to be
a cluster of similarities,
while mother nature
is busy offering variety?”

alas, man is a prisoner of his mind
which should be but a servant
useful and loyal.
the mind is enslaved
by the fear of disapproval.
but the heart
oh, the heart
in its endless freedom flight…
unity, but in the harmony of differences
oneness, within the depths of uniqueness.

to learn life letter-by-letter
in the rostrum of the headmaster ‘nature’,
and to form a rainbow of consistence
with every color in its lonely existence.