Through the darkest storms there will be moments where there will be a part of history that will be indefinitely hidden
Some say even through the clearest days the Blue Sky will still hide history but only one will see with eyes that are sharpened and clever to Diamond eyes
The touch of the tree and the wind blowing through the leaves I will now begin my journey watching as the seasons pass and the weather changing everything to me is no more an obstacle but a treasure for my future. Now as you watch me grow and hold my hand we will now walk through the meadows and the rainbow is now alive.