We grow at different rates
And reach different heights.
Two saplings planted side by side
May seem destined to grow together,
But the rose bush stays low
And guards its beauty with thorns,
While the oak stretches towards the sky
High above that against which the other guards.
You cannot be your brother,
Nor can he be you.
Do not apologize for what you are not,
And do not scold those who cannot follow.
With respect for the nature of oneself
Each individual blossoms in his own way.
