One Of A Kind
 by Wolfgang

A precious one of tender years
Sat crying by my side,
I asked:Whatever can I do,
To make your tears subside?

I heard somebody say; said she,
God makes us all the same,
If that is so, then all I have, 
Is just a different name!

She looked at me with her brown eyes,
And asked if this were so,
You wipe your tears; I said to her,
I'll tell you what I know.

Each one of us, without a doubt,
A precious piece of Art,
So do not fret, you are unique,
You were right from the start;

Each one of us, just like the trees,
We reach a different height,
Some stay quite low, to touch the ground,
And some reach for the sky;

Each one of us, just like the birds,
We sing a different song,
We leave the nest and fly away,
But know where we belong;

Each one, like snowflakes falling down,
When winter has arrived,
No two are ever quite the same,
Though they may look alike;

Each one, like pearls inside a shell,
A bright and shining treasure,
But each a deep and mystic glow,
To hold a different pleasure;

Each one of us, just like the flowers,
Bare colors of many shades,
Each one an equal to the other,
But never quite the same;

And when it rains, my little one,
Each drop's a special tear,
That falls upon our mother earth,
Who holds us all so dear;

She left me then, this ponderous child,
I'd eased her troubled mind,
Her tears dried up, by an old man,
Each one,......one of a kind!