the rainbow trail/what it feels like to run and not look back.

she was collecting the pieces of the rainbow that fell

all the stars burned their eyes

but she was wearing a white dress and carried a woven basket

which she put each into, one by one

and when she walked into the forrest

all the birds sang to her, and the trees played for her

she found the lake she was looking for

and waded into the water,

all the while smiling

and balancing the basket ontop of her head

the fish kissed her feet

and she softly glided her fingers across the cold water

and one by one,

she took the pieces of the rainbow from her woven basket

and placed them in a row

into the cold water

when the last piece connected them all,

the colors revived the lake

and her long white dress was now the colors of the rainbow

and she danced

to the music that the birds sang

and to the music that the trees played

in the living lake, singing the colors of the rainbow for her