What Color the Rose

What Color the Rose?

Just like nature with all the trees, grass and flowers,
All this beauty God gave us, all a panoramic view, all ours.
We absorb each gift that nature presents, accepting its inherent beauty,
And we appreciate it as it is, we don't consider it our duty

To say this natural phenomenon should be something other than it is.
But you know what? When it comes to our human counterparts it is
Another matter. We start evaluating them as what they should be
Or as we figure, in our assessment, how we indeed see

Them, or they fulfill our evaluation and our expectations.
Why can we not accept them as we accept natural configurations?
All roses are precious; all trees are Gods great work of art!
We gather them, in their expressions of color, size and fragrance, to our heart.

Is it simply some insecurity lying dormant in our soul?
Nature, in its natural state, is no threat as it is. But just hold
That thought. We see another human being that is not exactly like us,
And immediately start to compare and seek what truly must

Present some subconscious threat to whom we compare and analyze.
Now, is it the looks, the customs, the language or a composite that defies
A complete description? Some will just sum it up as an uneasy feeling
That there is a lack of harmony due to the different feelings.

It seems to be the human factor that rocks the boat.
We also have never heard nor anyone likely wrote
How we relate to those who see and value life a bit different than we.
The rose, the honeysuckle pose no threat; they're free to be what they be.