In the tapestry of life, we weave,
Threads of thoughts and dreams we leave.
Each strand a different hue, a light,
Reflecting varied worlds in sight.

From mountaintop to valley low,
Perspectives shift, and rivers flow.
The sky might seem a canvas wide,
Or just a veil where stars reside.

Walk a mile in shoes not yours,
Feel the earth, its many floors.
Understand what others see,
In their gaze, new worlds might be.

So open hearts and open minds,
Embrace the shift that time defines.
In every eye, a story lies,
A kaleidoscope of views, through different eyes.