My eyes, shine multiple colors
I see yellow beams of sunlight signaling my new journey
The soft and subtly sweet fragrance from the lilies delight me
Burble! The river of five colors echoes my name
Boom! Boom!
The rain patters against the wacky white windows
The wind whirls across the valley rushing into the green fields
The blue skies thicken into grey
Stop! Stop! Stop!
I brushoff the singing of the old grumpy lady in heavy hazel coat
I put on my black silk suite
My red cap and my tiny tiny snow shoes
Ready for the journey ahead
I must get to the end of the Rainbow!
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