In the silence of our spoken words,
Where whispers dance in quiet lands,
We find the beauty in all that differs,
In the gentle touch of unalike hands.

The sun and moon, they share the sky,
In a dance of light and shade’s embrace,
Teaching us that in our contrasts,
We find the rhythm of a shared space.

Mountains tall and valleys low,
A tapestry of peaks and troughs,
In their varied forms and tones,
Resides the truth of nature’s cloths.

So let us celebrate our varied hues,
In every shade and every tone,
For in the colors of our contrasts,
We find a world that feels like home.