If I could climb a rainbow
as it arched above, so high,
I’d gather all the colours,
and wind them through the sky.

I’d plait them into ribbons,
craft garlands for my hair,
toss banners into the breeze,
to ripple through the air.

I’d trim the clouds with scarlet
and lace the wind with green,
turn sparkles into raindrops
scatter sunbeams’ golden gleam.

And when I’d skipped and leapt and run,
and danced my way around,
I’d weave a sleigh of streamers
and slide down to the ground.

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