Ancient Race Of People Of All Magnificent Colors

I once was born of an ancient race from which sprang most of the early people of all colors.

Traveling across the wonderful lands and sailing across oceans of deep dark seas.

Populating our earth with all our babies.

Infants of all animals and wildlife nature.

And at times enduring the hardships of the journey of life.

Like a closed notebook, I never see inside of myself.

Who am I?

Jane?

Why am I?

The true colors I find are like no others.

Never flying any false colors.

When I first see you I close my eyes and wonder who you are.

Why are you like me when I don't know who I am?

I put on my fashionable sunglasses the next time I spot you again.

And now I know for sure you are one of all of us that sprang from the early people of all colors.

Knowing now who you are.

Being open to life miracles, being open to all, and keeping your notebook open to share with others.

Now, is the day I shall open up my notebook and allow all others to see who I am.

I am of many of you, chasing dreams, lost sometimes, missing my mothers, missing my fathers, and seeking love from lovers.

I will be never-ending telling stories of chasing dinosaurs or burning my fingers from hot microwave ovens.

And I will be forever protecting in the earth's circle of those that wear rags for cloth.

Cloth unlike no other, all bundled up in fashionable bright wonderful colors.

Entwining you, me, us, sisters, brothers, fathers, and all of our mothers.

Some with different noses, all with different faces, and many with different cultures.

Building our way to a glorious civilization just like all the ancient race which sprang people of all magnificent colors.

Making them proud of how we have learned to trust, share food across the nations, and protecting each other.

Striving to make tomorrow's even better and remembering.

Remembering this poem by Jane who was once born of the ancient race which sprang people of all magnificent colors.

Remembering who you are, don't feel lost, chase your dreams, know it is fine to miss someone that has long been gone.

And keep on seeking love from a lover.

Being open to life miracles, being open to all, and keeping your notebook open to share with others.

Keep giving back love to all the others that are the same as you.

Born from that ancient race which sprang people of all magnificent colors.

I will still be chasing dinosaurs in my dreams.

Burning my fingers on hot microwave ovens.

Seeking love from lovers, tending to all my babies and infants of all animals and wildlife nature.

Never flying any false colors.

Telling stories.

Writing for all the world to read.

I am Jane!

I am of many of you.

Just one of many once born of an ancient race of people of all magnificent colors.