Child of the Rainbow
I’m a child of the rainbow.
I was born in a storm,
as the sun and the rain met together.
I’m a creature of light.
I am made of bright colours
that glow in the stormy weather.
When the sun glows deep orange
In skies of dark blue,
as the heavy black thunderclouds form,
when I see silver flashes
and hear the sky roar,
I go out and run through the storm.
Down the soft violet hillsides
the rivers run red.
Green trees are washed clean by the rain.
When the golden sun breaks
through the indigo clouds,
I can dance in the rainbow again.
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