I wonder
About that number
During the summer

The twenty first day
When the sky isn't grey
And the sun will be on display

To those who wish to look upon it
They all have to admit
That nobody really is a misfit

Because like the planets and stars
We all have been carved
And in our own way marked

Everyone is unique
So you should not feel the need
To rudely critique

Those who are different
Have their own talent
And are not transparent