Creation in it’s magnificence
A prism of all hues
Nature’s beauty at it’s finest
Captivating muse
Flowers bloom in shades of color
Shapes of all sizes and design
Who would think a four leaf clover
Would be a good luck sign
The flood that once was sent
Had tested one man’s faith
In the sky, His Promise shown
The Ark that had kept him safe
It’s known to be a gay’s parade
To be free and proud
They care less of peoples thoughts
They carry their pride loud
Free as the sky sore high above clouds
For Heaven’s Gate shall enter
Through what times are granted
It’s The One whom is Thee Inventor