Marks

Every sea shell has its own sound Unique symmetry can be found Varied colors, intricate lines Just like the human hand defines. Every leaf, its distinct vein Running through its green-tinged grain Signatures to identify Like human faces, you and I. Trees, like men, have character Wrought by passing years that offer Changing seasons, joy and tear Broken or bent, all these appear. Marred or warped, each thing will show Marks that tried, tested it so Each of us bear in our being What to us Life had been giving.