To drift onto the snowdrop banks,
Invisible of sight to where she sleeps.
The whispered song to grant her thanks,
A rose covered trunk is where she weeps.

The carpeted ground of bladed grass,
Beneath children's toes of powder skin.
The trickling laugh of young to pass,
On forest's earth to dance and spin.

Beneath the arch of coloured light,
Like a risen brow of merfolk's gaze.
The husky song from changing height,
Of breath spilt frost will grant it's haze.

The child voice that cooled her flight,
Did picture skin of a broken frame.
O spirit son and daughter sprite-
From spectrum song you have no name.

The "she" i talk of at the beginning is a rainbow. i am 13, apparently this one is not very good, and i am getting twitchy.
so be honest and tell me if you like it or not

songs that inspired me...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rMcQKP3xID0&NR=1

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rorHcOjZrJs