one as lovely as the other

One - as lovely as

the other – on the same floor

they dance merrily;

both colours a joyous sight,

complementing each other.

And I often wonder -

what’s in a colour? any

is as beautiful -

and the difference no matter;

each has its own identity.

Why do we compare?

Why do we measure their worth?

How do we know?

So what that we’re all different?

We share the same one planet.

We’re all connected

in marvelously strange ways.

We all love laughter.

We all weep when we have to.

And how we yearn for a hug!

Pink or red, both share

green, brown, under the same blue.

Both feel the same rain.

So, what’s the fuss anyway?

Each of us – a life to live.