Just Different

I am what I am and I’m doing the best I can

But for some reason that is never enough

To satisfy others or to get me someplace

It’s difficult to trust myself

When other voices keep telling me I’m wrong

Or lacking to see how things should be.

I am different and have been taught that I am wrong

Out of step, out of rhythm, out of rhyme

But I look at the trees outside my window

Each one different; not right; not wrong; just different

Who told them how to be?  Who told them how to do?

They simply BE and DO, absorbing from their roots all they need

Four different types of trees, all from the same Source of soil

Four different types of trees, all from the same Source of seed

Just different seed that will produce what it is meant to

Each growing strong not caring that the others are different.