Every single blade of grass,
And every flake of snow—
Is just a wee bit different …
There’s no two alike, you know.
From something small, like grains of sand,

To each gigantic star

All were made with THIS in mind:
To be just what they are!
How foolish then, to imitate—
How useless to pretend!

Since each of us comes from a MIND

Whose ideas never end.
There’ll only be just ONE of ME
To show what I can do—

And you should likewise feel very proud,

There’s only ONE of YOU.
That is where it all starts
With you, a wonderful
unlimited human being.

James T. Moore