There’s a bird in the distance perched on a fence,
His dark silhouette is inky and black.
Contrasting against the sky’s blood red,
He raises his wings and lifts up his head.
He parts his beak, so pointed and sharp,
A sound pours out, strangled and harsh.
His cries grow soft as he starts to sing,
Notes becoming words of a story.
The tale begins at the very beginning,
When the sun had legs and men grew patties,
When the crow was not the crow we know,
For back then he had wings of rainbow.
His feathers had shimmered like clouds after rain,
And his lovely voice had given him fame.
He was so sweet, so modest and kind,
When he was gone, he would be pined.
One day the sun ran away on its legs,
Mornings to come, dawn would not break.
And in the darkness the people starved,
Field patties shriveled, making life hard.
And seeing the famine that would not end,
The animals gathered to turn to a friend.
The rainbow bird could not stand the sadness,
So he sought the sun to end the darkness.
He took to the skies on his great bright wings,
Cutting through the deep and dark eternity.
For endless nights he pierced the skies,
Until the light dawned in his eyes.
There in the clouds in a world far away,
The sun lay sleeping in its dreams all day.
Gently taking the star from its nap,
The bird bore the sun away on his back.
Ignoring the pain of his singeing flesh,
He beat his wings, soiled in ash.
Restoring the sun to its former seat,
The bird drifted down, coughing and beat.
His friends looked upon him with such sympathy,
But in the end he was left solitary,
For his lovely voice was now harsh and dry,
His only choice was to cry and cry.
The Creator looked upon him and felt so sorry,
So sorry for his agony,
For he could not leave his sorrows to bury,
So the gift He gave was to quell his fury.
The crow sealed his beak and blinked his eyes,
Against the sun in the rising skies.
Hunching a little to stretch his wings,
He wonders what his story brings.
His wings labored into the air,
A grace he still retains.
And with the sunlight on his wings,
A rainbow still remains.