Let me tell you how the rainbow came
Like a ribbon of colors in the drifting mist
Bathing the mountains in daisies
The colors, like a veil, hangs
The hills unloose their voices
Then a concerto – begun –
I heard the birds sing
“That must have been the rainbow”!
Still, he sat – right there, time stood still
And little scurrying squirrels
Were frolicking for a while
Till when the sun moved to the other side
And they scuttled to their borrows
As dusk gently crept up the evening sky
And led the rainbow away