A concerto of life greets me,
On a walk through the hills upon whispering highs,
I stand on the shoulders of giants,
Spread out my wings like the birds in the sky,
The scent of mankind distant;
Primal the thoughts in the depths of my mind,
Storms roll in on horizons,
With thunderous roars that echo in time,
Its call may only be fleeting,
But beckons the rain so I heed the signs,
And there on the yonder a rainbow,
That arcs over earth with colours divine

This poem was written/submitted by David Cannon.