Flying high up in the sky,
The doves softly float.
Wings like silk, there color pure white,
As they sing their happy lullaby.
Landing on an olive tree,
They decide 'this is the one'
The tree in which to bring a piece,
As their souvenir, proving that their certainly was some land
So very near.
A gift of promise, the rainbow glows
As its colors brightly shown
Now the world is safe again
From another dangerous overflow
