A Place for All
If All the Trees Were Oaks
What if all the trees were oaks,
How plain the world would seem:
No maple syrup, banana splits,
And how would orange juice be?
Wouldn't it be a boring place,
If all the people were the same:
Just one color, just one language,
Just one family name!
If the forest were the world,
And all the people were the trees:
Palm and pine, bamboo and willow,
Live and grow in harmony.
Aren't you glad, my good friend,
Different though we be;
We are here to help each other,
I learn from you, and you, from me.