We live in worlds different from each other
As a rain forest is from a barren desert.
But our lives crisscross like vines,
Intertwining each with the other.
We walk down different paths
Leading to different gates.
Our wood is from the same tree
But our grains run differently.
We are the same plant from the same family
Only with different leaves and flowers.
We live on the same grounds
But are from different gardens.
To each other we’re like a poison ivy rose;
Pleasant to the senses, but dangerous to the touch.