There is a bird the color of a rainbow.
When he grieves his song pervades the caves of forgotten dreams.
His laughter is a river that sings like children,
it flows through stone to soothe the hearts of angels.
His tongue drips with the honey of desert flowers.
Wading wide shores of light, when we are thirsty
we sip dew from feathers painted in his colors.
When adventure calls we lift our wings and fly away.