Painting Rainbows

Little birds pranced up and down

Playfully pricking their way

Across pockets of windy fragrances,

While the garden beneath them

Sparkled with white magnolias

Blooming ceremoniously.

Stolen colours of

Sundry sources

Filled them up

With flavours of dreamy ecstasy.

And right after the morning drizzle

They made their way

Up to the pale sunlit sky,

Along the bridge they built

Painting an upside down smile across the blue

Leaving behind a dramatic trail

Of handpicked shades of happiness,

And named it the rainbow.