Different Outside, Same Inside
A Poem About the Beauty of Love and Friendship
Written by Bill Conley
In a bright and cheerful meadow
where the wildflowers grew high,
Lived animals of every kind beneath the sunny sky.
They laughed and played together, dancing in the breeze,
Climbing trees and splashing streams, as happy as you please.
There was Benny the Bear with his
fur dark and brown,
And Lily the Lamb, fluffy white from head to ground.
Coco the Cat had the blackest of fur,
While Sunny the Lion Cub shined golden like a blur.
Poppy the Piglet was pink, round, and sweet—
She loved to twirl and tap her little dancing feet.
One day while they played a game in
the sun,
Coco stopped smiling and said, “I’m not having fun.
My fur is so dark—so different from you.
I wonder if being black means I don’t belong too?”
Benny looked puzzled and scratched
his round head.
“I’m brown all over,” he thoughtfully said.
“But Lily’s so white, and you’re darker than me…
Do our colors change who we’re meant to be?”
The friends all stopped, unsure what
to say.
They’d never thought of color in quite that way.
Sunny the Lion Cub let out a small sigh,
“I’m golden and shiny, like the sun in the sky.”
Poppy the Piglet said, “And I’m pink
as a rose.
But I still have two ears and a very wiggly nose!”
They stared at each other and started to frown,
Thinking that maybe their colors weighed them down.
Just then, with a flutter, Miss Owl
flew near,
Their teacher so wise, they all gave a cheer.
She landed on a stump, looking calm and kind,
She always knew how to ease a troubled mind.
“Why the long faces, my sweet little
crew?”
She asked as she blinked her big eyes of deep blue.
“We were just wondering if being different is bad…
Our colors aren’t the same, and that makes us sad.”
Miss Owl gave a smile and opened her
wing,
Pulling out something—what a curious thing!
A box full of heart stickers, colorful and bright—
Red ones, green ones, blue ones, and white.
“Each of you, take one,” she gently
said,
“Place it right over your chest where your heart lies in bed.
Now tell me, my dears, though the colors are new—
Do your hearts still feel love, still beat strong and true?”
The friends looked around and began
to see,
That even with heart stickers in colors like the sea,
Their hearts still beat with joy and delight—
Even Coco’s heart, covered in midnight.
“No matter your fur or the color you
show,
It’s what’s in your heart that helps friendship grow.
You may look different when standing side by side,
But you’re all the same in the place where love hides.”
Sunny raised his paw and gave it a
wiggle.
“I feel love inside—and a small tummy tickle!”
They all started giggling, feeling silly again,
Their color worries fading in the warm, sunny wind.
Miss Owl continued, “Let me ask you
one more—
When someone is kind, does it come from their core?
Does kindness wear shoes, or maybe a hat?
Does it walk in brown fur or come from a cat?”
The animals laughed, “That’s silly,
Miss O!
Kindness is something that starts in your soul!”
“Exactly!” she said with a joyful clap,
“It doesn’t wear colors or come from a map.”
“So love each other and always be
kind,
Judge with your heart and not with your mind.
You’re not better or worse for the shade of your skin—
It’s the heart that matters most deep within.”
The animals cheered, and their
worries were gone,
They hugged and they played till the sun said so long.
Before they left, they made something so grand—
A mural with footprints and paw prints and hands.
They painted in colors—red, yellow,
black, white—
A rainbow of creatures, all smiling bright.
And across the top, with paint bold and wide,
They wrote: “Different Outside, Same Inside.”
And from that day on, in the meadow
so free,
They played without worry, just happy to be.
No matter their color or the shape of their nose,
They knew love was the thing that most truly grows.
The moral to the
poem: True
friendship sees beyond what’s on the outside.
Our differences make us unique, but our hearts make us the same.
Kindness and love come from within, not from the color of our skin or fur.
When we judge with our hearts, we discover the beauty in everyone.
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