I see my life like a string.
It grows with every day.
Each moment that I’m living,
It bends a different way.
My moods, they change its colors:
Red anger, peaceful green.
The colors mix together,
Some ugly and some clean.
My thread will weave together
With others that I meet.
The patterns that we’re making
Compose an awesome sheet.
We swaddle our whole planet,
Wrapped up in all our strings,
Painted by humanity
And all Earth’s living things.
And, oh, the picture woven
By our community
Every faith, color, gender…
A rainbow tapestry.