Bloom without a tribe

I walked along the bustling street,

an intriguing spectacle I did meet—

a horde of grey pigeons  in restless tweet,

and lo! — in their midst, a dove so sweet.

Some perched on the electric wires,

Some pecked grain with greedy desire.

She was so different.

She didn't belong.

Yet there she sat --- serene and strong.

Not once did she stop to gather grain;

instead — off she flew to a distant domain.

I was glad she had moved away from that crowd,

hoped she had found her own kind somehow.

But back she flew after a while,

back to her place on the wire brushing the sky.

The others gladly welcomed her back,

with meaningful glances and merry song.

Content she sat, among them all,

unaware she was unlike them all.

How often we pine to find like-minded friends—

we twitter, we scroll, we reach for a hand,

She showed me, happiness blooms from within, 

No matter where I am planted,

I can bloom and begin, just like she.