The Rainbow Unicorn's Mane

In Rainbow Forest, bright and deep, Where magic mushrooms softly sleep, Lived Uni, white as morning dew, With rainbow mane, a vibrant hue.

But oh, the woe! One gloomy day, His rainbow colors slipped away! His mane was pale, a faded sight, He’d lost his sparkle, lost his light.

A tiny bird, with feathers bold, Observed Uni, sad and cold. "Don't fret, dear Uni," chirped the bird, "Your colors aren't completely blurred!

We'll find them in this forest grand, Held tightly in nature's hand!" So off they flew, a hopeful pair, To chase the colors through the air.

They plucked the red from poppy bright, And orange from a sunset light. The yellow from a buttercup, That bravely held its petals up.

The green from moss on ancient trees, The blue from whispering forest breeze. Indigo from twilight skies, And violet from fireflies.

Each color, gathered with such care, They brushed it through the unicorn's hair. Slowly, softly, shade by shade, The rainbow magic was remade!

But as the last bright hue took hold, A shimmer brighter than pure gold Erupted from the unicorn's mane, A dazzling, sparkling, vibrant reign!

For mixed together, nature's art, Had touched his very unicorn heart. His mane now shone, a joyful gleam, The brightest rainbow forest dream!