Rainbows connected in unified streams,

Reflecting the clouds of the sky,

Like bridges eternal beholden to land,

Ask the infinite flowing-ness why?

Do the bridges that cross,

In the darkness of day,

Ask the question of who wanders through?

Do the ridges of sound,

Come across on dry land,

Are vibrations now coming from you?

Do the fellowships soar,

On the rainbow-lit sea,

Asking not who may wander by day?

Like the sunsets at night,

And a pillar of cloud,

Are the prophecies leading the way?