Being this way is like a mocking bird
Wanting to sang an original song,
But contained in a body not suited.
Imitate the ways and wears it wants to be.
Flamboyant to sing high above the trees,
Sometimes sings at night just for spite.

After all the rain falls a rainbow peaks out.
Mesmerizing and enchanting like green carnations blooms mixing and melding in an open garden.
Lavender scented pansies sprawling
sharing and caring on one another.

Rainbows can’t help that it shouts and
Dances within the clouds for attention.
Given scrapes and bats an eyelash,
Golden queens that highlight,
Makes the day sing a new song.
Mockingbirds reinterpret and
Like living in a different form.
Can trace the melody back
Just dressed a little differently.

Rainbows are unique and rare.
Conditions have to be just right.
Despite what it’s faced,
Despite all the harm rendered,
Mockingbirds keep on singing.
Allure generations and pique curiosity,
Flaunting it’s version for all to see.
Rainbows Love being free to bend the lines And blur the naked eye.