Art of Autism

I am a runner I wonder what it will feel like to run in the wind I hear the sound of the wind blowing thru the grass I see a tree with leaves fluttering I want a world growing in beauty I imagine a world vivid and bright I feel loved and included I touch the bark rough and textured I worry the world will not understand I cry for the ones left in the wind I understand not everyone sees the beauty I say that when we are all included the world will truly spin I dream about a day when none will be judged I try to help bring that world closer I hope my dreams come true I am Andrew and I am autistic