Last year, after nights of Thunder
They drew Red rainbows
In the name of; children of her
Did they shed, some leaves,
break a branch, a twig; a tear?
(Or hide the seeds?)
Or look beyond the Rear~
Did you feel the breeze,
See the calm, (and the harm?)
Or find a way, to save the Greens.
But listen, listen to Me, it's right, there...
Come, closer, closer now, to the ear.
(Here, hear.) Just look over there,
There's just 5 more, left to draw
And there's more of us...just right here.
Let's, start with Orange
It's, sweet and sour... a little mellow
I know this bit, don't seem to Rhyme
But that's how we can...get to Yellow~
Maybe I wasn't born Right
But that doesn't mean, Left's wrong...
It's just the night. So, nocturn Knights,
Make sure, It's still there when...
The Morningstar smiles.
(It's okay, let Them sleep;
They already made us Violets by Sunset Periwinkle~
So when you reach the Blue
There will be, lanterns on the Ship,
Like Indigos and stars wandering from "Twinkle Twinkle".)
So to more storms, to dismember & member,
Make the colours splash, bare hands & feet.
Then go back there and chime,
"Look Ma! Look, what I did!" .
But they might not hear, the Happy Screech
Tell us to clean, a kiss goodbye and a bite of Preach,
Then they'll look outside, Awoken slumber,
And through the window(and the Embers)...they'll see a Rainbow.
(And remember, remember,
We're Children of Her.)