Diversity

The word will settle like a leaf Upon your palm. The word Is love and think how many Veins subtend from central Stems in radii to different Points, enriched by chlorophyll By the first touch of sunlight. And who should question what Should be the spirit's flight Or its direction? Love is love, So complex in its origins, We hardly understand its choices Or its destinations. So raise nofrenzied voices In denial of certain kinds of love, Woman to woman, man to man, Nature chooses different Pathways which we are bound to follow. The chlorophyll is equal in each hollow Vein or artery and The sun's touch the same. The word will settle like a snowflake On your palm. The word is love And know that every pattern Is unique and beauty lies Concealed in this diversity.