Forests are vast and they are varied.
A myriad species with a history buried,
Deep within a common soil.

Bark and leaves come in many shades,
Roots intertwine, branches braid.
The trees reach new heights every day.

No matter the size, color, or orientation,
Water in their veins flows as one nation,
The forest is a community. You see —

No tree is identical, but they breathe the same air,
Consume the same food, and know how to share.
And the forest knows that united it stands,
That together it grows and sculpts this land.
And the trees acknowledge there is truth in this plan.
Yes, forests are varied and hence they survive,
There is strength in diversity for all forms of life.

So, if nature embraces such differences with grace,
Then, why is it so hard for the human race?

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