We Are All the Same

With spring comes a new beginning, babies are born like little flowers blossoming from their hidden spot beneath the earth. They are all different colors, shapes, sizes, yet each is equally beautiful. We do not discriminate against one flower for being blue and the other pink, yet many draw a difference between the Hispanics and Asians and Africans. Their race is given societal views and stereotypes, yet, they're the same as us. We are all human, beautiful like the flowers. As summer comes around we realize we have grown into adolenscense, and like the flowers, we are in full bloom. Each of us love in the same way, we all have the same emotional abilities. Summer begins to wane and autumn begins. We grow older, wiser with age, yet stereotypes still prevade. As the trees loose leaves are minds slowly go blank. Winter finally comes burrying all the beautiful leaves, memories. We are all like the bare trees looking the same. And like the flowers from the spring we all die the same.