Rainbow Lorikeet
My bird is springtime with its green,
Summer with its yellow,
It blazes fall in its red and orange,
And ruffles it’s icy, blue, indigo and violet feathers,
Though it lives in its humid home,
Surrounded by leafy greens,
It’s background only enhances,
It’s multi-colored scheme,
My bird might have a family,
A flock and much-loved trees,
But no matter the flight and no matter the cost,
My bird always returns to me,
My bird is the rainbow,
The hope after the storm,
And if you ever need her,
My bird will always keep you warm,
Because my bird will sit and my bird will sing,
All of your troubles away,
And if you ever find a bird like her,
You know she’s here to stay.
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