The Camel Without a Hump
No hump yet she survived
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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