Secretive Rainbow Spritzes
Amber clouds and rainbow spritzes glide through the heavens
anointing meadows and prairies with well-placed orbs of beauty
orbs that can only be seen by the fey, children, or mystics.
They can be felt, however, by healers, artists, and psychics
A pretty young maiden skips down a farm path, toward a garden.
Clouds can see marigolds, lilacs, geraniums, and bleeding hearts
Is she a healer or a mystic? They ask the rainbow spritzes.
The spritzes laugh, keeping their magical secrets hidden.
The pretty maiden throws her arms in the air and smiles at the clouds.
She is a healer, right? The curious clouds query.
Rainbow spritzes are amazingly silent,
keeping their legacy to themselves.
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