The Rainbow River Magic

In a forest meadow, green and deep, Where sleepy sunbeams softly creep, A little child with eyes so bright, Stumbled on a wondrous sight.

A babbling brook, so clear and blue, Suddenly shimmered, something new! The water swirled, a mystic haze, Turned to a rainbow in a daze!

(The Rainbow River Magic)

Said River, with a bubbly sigh, "My colors faded, passing by! I need some magic, quick and grand, To paint the world across the land!"

From leafy boughs, a grumpy roar, A little dragon, scales of ore, Was plain and grey, a dusty hue, "I'm boring!" cried the dragon too.

The child then dipped a tiny hand, Into the rainbow, close at hand. A splash of red, a streak of gold, Upon the dragon, brave and bold!

Then orange flowed, a fiery stream, Awakening a happy dream. Green, blue, and purple, danced with glee, A rainbow dragon, wild and free!

The River chuckled, clear and bright, Reflecting colors, pure delight. Its waters sparkled, every shade, A rainbow pathway gently laid.

The dragon soared, a vibrant flash, Through emerald leaves, a colorful dash. And in that meadow, green and wide, Brilliant colors they all did find, Forever changed, and forever kind.