Someone sits in a mountain vale
A robe of clouds, rainbows for tassels
The fragrant forest is the place to live
The road has been long and difficult
With a heart full of doubt and regret
A life has passed and nothing has been accomplished
Others call it failure
I stand alone devoted to this Cold Mountain life
The clouds appeared and went away, and in a while they did not try anymore.
I saw ahead the rainbow flaming above the tepee of the Six Grandfathers, built and roofed with cloud and sewed with thongs of lightning; and underneath it were all the wings of the air and under them the animals and men. All these were rejoicing, and thunder was like happy laughter.
As I rode in through the rainbow door, there were cheering voices from all over the universe, and I saw the Six Grandfathers sitting in a row, with their arms held toward me and their hands, palms out; and behind them in the cloud were faces thronging, without number, of the people yet to be.
It used to be about trying to do something. Now it's about trying to be someone.
Be thou the rainbow to the storms of life,
The evening beam that smiles the clouds away,
And tints to-morrow with prophetic ray!
There can be no rainbow without a cloud and a storm.
And because I love you
I'll give it one more try
To show my rainbow race
It's too soon to die.
When the lamp is shattered
The light in the dust lies dead —
When the cloud is scattered,
The rainbow's glory is shed.
I know
that if odour were visible as colour is, I'd see
the summer garden aureoled in rainbow clouds.
When a friend is going through a difficult stormy time in their life, try to be the rainbow that makes them smile.