Why Try to Fit In if You Were Born to Stand Out?

Since you probably can't read the tiny print on the photo, here it is (I wrote it about 3 years ago!):

Born to Stand Out

When looking over rolling hills
Covered with evergreens in fall
I see one bright yellow tree
Standing differently so tall
This tree turns colors every year
The other ones do not
Does that mean this lonely tree
Should sit there and just rot?
Should it try to become like evergreens
That stay green all year round?
Or proudly stand above the rest,
Knowing its been crowned?
Should this tree be gloomy all its life
Because its leaves act differently?
Or should it see that everyone
Must be themselves with dignity?
If we are a deciduous
In a forest of evergreens
Should we try to be like everyone else?
Or realize we are queens?
If you are a deciduous
Be the best without a doubt
Because why try fitting in,
if you were born to stand out?

We can make a difference.

Faith