Day 11 sits in that quiet space where observation turns into truth.
This poem doesn’t shout, it asks. It looks at nature and humanity. Then it waits for the reader to notice the gap between how we praise difference in the wild and how often we reject it in people.
This is a piece about human difference, natural diversity, and the cultural resistance to letting others exist as they are.
This is a window to the inside of humanity.
Before you scroll, think about this: Where have you admired difference in nature but struggled with it in people?
Where has it been done to you?
Are you open to changed thinking?
Let’s talk in the comments!
Beauty
What do waterfalls and the prints on your fingertips have in common?
There’s no two exact matches anywhere in life.
The flakes of snow prove the same.
If nature relishes in difference,
why can people not do the same?
Historically, when someone is different,
we as humans can’t handle it.
Instead of losing your mind,
embrace the beauty in human difference
as you do in nature.
Poet’s Note
This poem exists because difference is celebrated selectively.
We romanticize snowflakes, collect stones, hike through forests, and marvel at how nothing repeats itself exactly. Then we meet a human who doesn’t match the mold and suddenly uniqueness becomes a threat.
“Beauty” is a reminder that difference is not a flaw, it’s the original design.
Nature never asked permission to vary.
People shouldn’t have to either.
Difference is not new.
It isn’t dangerous.
It isn’t something to correct.
The problem has never been uniqueness.
The problem is discomfort, taught, inherited, and rarely questioned.
If we can learn to admire the unrepeatable patterns in nature, we can learn to protect them in people.
If this poem made you think of someone who has been made to feel “too different” or “too much,” share this with them.
Simply to remind them that they were never the problem.
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