The painter's hand moved an inch too far,

On the beautiful canvas, it created a scar;

He took a minute, just to steady the brush,

Then repaired the artwork, now alive and lush

 

     It's a  secret to keep, when the clouds weep,

     And the sighting of rainbows,  make your heart leap;

     It's coming soon now, but no one knows how, 

     The return to Earth's Garden, that wondrous vow!

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Man is frozen in fear, asking what is our fate?

In all this confusion, could it be it's too late?

But not far away, is the gift from above,

Which is proof to us all, of Gentle Artist's love...

 

It's been said by so many, that at rainbow's end,

There's a pot of money for a person to spend;

Gorgeous bands of color, if the truth be told,

Will bring to us all, a perfect heart of gold.

 

     It's a secret to keep, when the clouds weep,

     And the sighting of rainbows, will make your heart leap;

     It's coming soon now, but no one knows how, 

     The return to Earth's Garden, that wondrous vow!

 

Reasoning says, with a bit of remorse,

We'll save our tin cans, and reverse the course;

Many hearts mean well, to save our space,

But reasoning minds got us into this place!

 

So hold on tight, it won't last very long,

When wars and hate, they will finally be gone;

This wandering child, this human race,

Will be healing and held in Love's gentle embrace...

 

     It's a secret to keep, when the clouds weep,

     And the sighting of rainbows, will make your heart leap;

     It's coming soon now, but no one knows how, 

     The return to Earth's Garden, that wondrous vow!