A tree, is but a tree, With a uniqueness of it's own. Much more noticed in a group, Than when it stands alone. Each leaf clings with it's own likeness, But serves a purpose as do all. In proper season all come together, To make the colors of the fall. God made us very similar, Different races like the tree. Real beauty lies within us too, Where others seldom see. If we bring our colors together, Sharing the beauty that's within. Racism will surely fall that day, And the worlds Autumn shall begin. B.G. Wetherby