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