There is a bird whose wings are the shades of a rainbow.
When he grieves sighs pervade the caves of broken dreams.
His sound is the laughter of children flowing like rippling rivers.
His tongue drips the honey of desert flowers and his eyes are an ocean of shimmering shores.
When he is thirsty he sips viscous dew from feathers painted in his colors.
When adventure calls we lift our wings and fly away.
Art by Timothy Parker