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Sometimes there are disruptions with the true beauty in life Those once in a while moments "Are my front teeth crooked? My arms are too flubby! Why do I have such ugly dark circles?!" The seeds that bloom into beautiful ruby red flowers The way mom laughs after a joke is cracked The melody of when the ocean hits the hot, brown sand All of the little things in life that genuinely matter... Sometimes forgotten. Especially when the wind blows we are all still different Apples to oranges, if you may but it makes us who we are Through all the thick and thin The roars and whispers, we all stand apart physically though there is nothing but peace and love emotionally. To conquer the world is nothing short of a quest, but to conquer ones true self takes time... with the results shining as bright as gold.
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