Different

Different.

Why don't they like me, father?

We had nothing, son, but gave you everything:
mother gave you birth
I named you Bert
hoping you'll become a bird.

Their mind is small
and yet they made a friend of the wind
they don't argue
there is a branch in the tree
for each to be
they don't laugh, they don't cry
they only sing together
in the colors of their rainbow faithers.

So, my son,
leave the earth
climb the sky
you are divine.