He Was Pure of Heart

He did not walk, he pony pranced. His life was a dream, he lived, he danced. His parents were open to whatever he chose. He was never chided for wearing panty hose. He lived in a small town, but everyone was related. They saw his truth, and no one was grated. They loved his soul, he was pure of heart. He stood up strong, proud, he was miles apart. The others in town who lived a different dream too Were inspired by him, and began to stop being blue. They saw how he was cherished, accepted and loved. So they took that as their cue to be who they were as created above.