Rainbow
arching in the sky...
Rain is straining along the glass
Sky of black covered with spray...
Thy time has come to say good night for thy tired...
A time of peace, a time of calm to rest and sleep...
A sweeping wind through my hair
A soft sunlight on my face...
Thunder and lightning
Join together to create...
A rustling leaves
A gentle murmuring winds...
Three birds fly from trees,
Leaves of yellow, orange, red...
In silent, lonely nights,
The moon peeps from the clouds...
Just
Sitting...
Fall is at its end.
The breeze of the wind is no longer warm...
On stage with a smile:
who will hear his freedom cry...
Bind us now, to what we withhold,
Let us resound, shining of gold...