The morning rainbow
Enters my heart and mind
To illuminate the gardens
Of my dreams my wishes
And my visions and within
The gardens and orchards
Of my heart and the mirrors
Of its nightingales hearts
Reflecting the ray
of the rainbow
Onto the hills the plateaus,
The slopes and the
mountains peaks
While the butterflies and bees
Of the meadows and fields
of my heart sing
together the songs
Of flourishing hope
And songs
Of the fertile meadows
Violets narcissus
And rain.
