today i saw quite a wonderful thing,
there, on my window, the first bug of spring.
as i opened the door to shoo it away,
it flew off with a wink, and i heard it say:
oh, red are the roots of the cormorant tree,
and orange the sap that flows all through me,
yellow's the color of all that is fair,
and green is a ribbon to wear in your hair.
blue are the clouds when the moonlight is bright,
and indigo sings like a nightingale's flight;
violet's the color of all that you are,
and white is the love that shines through the stars...