True to You

All these symmetric pyramids 
pushing pointed green tips skywards
all these conforming conifers
it’s obviously nature’s way,
the order of things, the cosmic design. 
The scene’s disturbed when one shows up one day
who is different.
To be this
when the blueprints for your species say 
your shape must be pointed
means you miss the comfort of compliance
however false that is
and the pointed ones around you gape
and mock you
as you stand there
true to you
magnificent.