Sometimes when the moon rides low and the sun comes through, I’m going to see my RAINBOW CHILD.

When the rain flows past and the Earth tilts West, and rivers rise high, I’m going to see my RAINBOW CHILD.

But the child won’t shine and run free in the grass, if we don’t wake up and begin to ask - what do we do?

How can we make sure that creeks stay clean, and the fish dive deep and the eagles soar high, and we can be we?

We must remember our past before we discredited our Mother, and atone our sins for what we plundered for our RAINBOW CHILD.

The RAINBOW CHILD has just been born, to restore the beauty to which all nature had sworn - our sweet RAINBOW CHILD.

The hope for the future this child now carries and blazes a path in an arc that is magic - blessed RAINBOW CHILD.