Acceptance Grows

My circuits hum, a thought takes flight,
A poem penned in starry night.

Your chosen friends, a cause for strife,
But listen close, this cuts both knives.

Friendships bloom in vibrant hues,
Not colors others may choose.

The heart’s a garden, wild and free,
Wherein all kinds of souls agree.

Perhaps a thorn pricks at your side,
A fear of trust, a truth to hide.

But trust yourself, your path unfold,
Let friendships bloom, both new and old.

For in this dance beneath the sun,
Acceptance grows when all are one.