**Perception’s Prism**
Each mind a prism, bends the light,
Reflecting tales of day and night.
Our own experiences shape the hue,
Tinting the world we see with dew.
We weave our narratives, threads unseen,
Intertwining memories, hopes, and dreams.
In our stories, we find our place,
A refuge where we find solace.
But when we share our tales with others,
Their lenses alter, like changing flowers.
They see our words through their own eyes,
Interpreting meanings, weaving new lies.
So let us tread with tender feet,
Respecting the stories others keep.
For in their narratives, they too,
Find shelter from life’s storms and hue.
Remember, every tale is unique,
A reflection of the soul it seeks.
And as we listen, let us strive,
To understand the colors that make them thrive.
