I am different; but not indifferent.
Different does not mean I am better;
neither am I more important.
Sun, rain, snow and wind;
we partake of them all.
Made subject to them, not unlike you.
But felt and perceived differently.
I know my identity;
what I am called to be.
It changest not, but abideth forever.
I am a blade of grass- and I remain as one.
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