The breeze on a summer day,
she is my sister
she is my sister
Warm, welcoming and nurturing
The flowers, they are my smiles
Soft, loving and beautiful
The trees, they are my strength
Straight, protective and enduring
I am the prism
the crystal
the water
I am the conveyor which enables the light to separate
into its rainbow
into its rainbow
Let the light out
for you are the pot of gold at the end of my rainbow
for you are the pot of gold at the end of my rainbow
Follow your path it will take you here
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