A Place 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 heart beat.
The birds cannot exist together due to being close-minded.
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.
The colors avoid each other, growth comes to a halt.
The colors then decide to come together.
New colors flourish and growth continues.

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 all have the same heart beat.

There is a place.
A place with coexistence and harmony.
A place where freedom is always accessible.
The gates will forever be open.
This place welcomes all.
You are welcome to this garden.

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems

Share This Poem