Complicated

Miracles wail
As they are wrapped
in blue
or pink.
A seedling marked
this moment in time.
I wonder
And wonder
the kind of tree
They will be.

Sprouting and growing,
the child sees.
He has flowers.
She has a rough bark.
There are different colors,
shapes, likes, and dislikes.
Innocence asks,
“Why are they different?”

Its complicated…

because of some belief,
because they are born like that,
because even though our DNA is 99.9% the same,
there is a difference that
will define, hurt, and help you.

“Hurt?”
Yes, some of us can be poisonous.
Others have thorns and needles,
to protect themselves.
But avoid those
who don’t let go
of fear or hate,
their dry branches
will burn
from the fire they hold.
After all, whoever heard of a tree starting wildfires?