In a world painted with myriad hues,
We search for ourselves in roles defined,
Yet beyond the lines of blue and pink,
Lies a spectrum vast and unconfined.

The whispers of the wind sing tales,
Of souls that dance in endless grace,
Not bound by chains of binary worlds,
But free to find their rightful place.

Each heart a universe to explore,
With stars that shine in varied light,
Embracing truths untold and pure,
In the tapestry of day and night.

So let us honor every story,
In the gentle art of being true,
For in the harmony of diversity,
We find the strength to start anew.