December 17, 2007
By Lyn Wenzel, Louisville, KY

We sit.
I in my desk, and she in her tree.
Both surrounded by thousands like us.
At first glance,
We have no individuality,
No definition.
Sitting beside our counterparts,
We are the same.

The sun rises on her smooth surface,
But once more it goes unnoticed.
She blushes with fresh exuberance,
Yet is not noted for this change.

Look harder.

Inside, the similarities fade.
Flowing, ripe juices course throughout.
Their sweetness is tasted for the first time.
Differences flood our inner walls,
Yet outside we remain unchanged.

An outward fa├žade binds us
To our peers.
But inside we are not the same;
Inside we become who we are.

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