Convenant arch, a bow, bridge of colour in light.
With mystery and magic knowledge might.
Each day and night in tune with you so far away,
The secret kept on cryptic wings of love,
Me so low, and you so high above.
And yet you touch me.
Teardrops fall in sorrow and gladness,
Dark clouds come and go, Rainmaker.
And yet I remember, never to forget you.
It is in the smallest things, the gift of life.
In work and play, learning.
You fill my cup with understanding.
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