Before we write another law
before we divide another right from wrong.
A meadow of heather
in shades of royal purple
is rarely plucked from the earth
to make a vase taller.
But would you burn the field
only because it holds
a different worth than a daffodil?
The brain looks as a dehydrated grape
left out in the sun until it became
a raisin that bled out all its color
but still we call it a beautiful mind.
Before we hand out rights to discriminate
before we fall upon our swords hate.
Shared for World Poetry Day