The Plague
Just after a gentle shower you see a rainbow,
While going through the woods in cavorting auras,
The birds are all so friendly wherever you go,
In every tree they sing you a chorus,
That echoes through quiet woods.
Humming along as you skip joyfully,
Ever so lightly your voice blends in,
Producing the best melody you have ever heard,
'Oh, how I wish the time...