While walking through my mind’s eye
In the early morning scorching sun,
With chilled breeze watching over me
Like a guardian angel,
I crawled to the garden of hope.
My nostrils, thrilled with the smell of the pretty roses of faith.
Then I came across these gorgeous trees.
Trees with different shades and shapes;
Different flowers and enticing colors;
Tall and short;
Big and small,
But they were all of intricate designs.
So be who you are
Because nobody can take your place,
Nobody can fill your space,
Nobody else has your face.
There’s just one YOU.
One Original YOU
Written by: Rita D Writer