The Camel Without a Hump
In sunlit sands where shadows play,
A camel walked, in her own way.
No towering hump upon her back,
Yet grace she found along the track.
The others stared, with humps held high,
Questioning how she’d get by.
They stored their fat for journeys long,
But she just hummed a simple song.
“I may not have a hump,” said she,
“But still, the desert’s home to me.
I find my shade, I sip the dew,
There’s more than one path to pursue.”
For in this world, diverse and wide,
It’s not our form, but what’s inside.
Each creature has its unique grace,
A special role, a valued place.
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Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (2)
Is there actually a camel like this? Loved your poem!
Great👍⭐️