In a world of whispers, I hear a song, a unique melody, where I belong.
Colors dance with vivid grace, In the quiet corners, I find my space.
Every texture tells a tale, and Patterns and rhythms are never dull.
In a world misunderstood, yet so bright, An autistic soul, is a small star in the night.
Different, not less, I stand tall, In my way, I feel it all.
Every challenge, a mountain to climb, Every victory, a moment in time.
So let us celebrate this diverse hue.
In the spectrum\'s embrace, I see you.
For autism\'s beauty is plain to see, A tapestry woven uniquely, free.