Poem about Uniqueness
Clouds spill in from the west ahead of the promised cold front driven by a rough temperamental breeze.
Their shapes have never existed before, will never exist again yet everyone,everywhere, recognizes them for what they are, clouds.
This is what uniqueness means, the word has less to do with difference, whatever people may say, and with something we have always known to be true
Qualified, modulated likeness, the whole world as uniquely various as fingerprints as DNA as zebra stripes as clouds…
Author: Unknown
Their shapes have never existed before, will never exist again yet everyone,everywhere, recognizes them for what they are, clouds.
This is what uniqueness means, the word has less to do with difference, whatever people may say, and with something we have always known to be true
Qualified, modulated likeness, the whole world as uniquely various as fingerprints as DNA as zebra stripes as clouds…
Author: Unknown