In the tapestry of life, where stories entwine,
"We're all pretty dear," a truth so fine.
Each soul a gem, a unique refrain,
In the vast gallery, where hearts sustain.

Through the meadows of existence, we roam,
Capturing moments that make us feel at home.
In every gaze, a reflection clear,
A reminder that we're all pretty dear.

Colors diverse in this human array,
A palette of emotions, in the grand display.
The quirks and nuances that endear,
A symphony of beauty, far and near.

In laughter shared and tears we've shed,
A kinship formed, a thread unwed.
"We're all pretty dear," the whispers say,
Embracing uniqueness in our own sweet way.

Through trials faced and victories won,
In the rising and setting of the sun,
The worth within, crystal clear,
A chorus echoing, "We're all pretty dear."

So let kindness be the language we speak,
In this world where differences peak.
For in unity, strength will appear,
Acknowledging that we're all pretty dear.

© Potatocalomil