The Rainbow Bridge

 The Rainbow Bridge.


In a meadow where dreams softly lie,
Beneath a painted arc in the sky,
There shines a bridge of vibrant hues,
A place where hearts find gentle news.


It’s said this bridge spans realms untold,
A path of colors, pure and bold.
For those we love, who’ve gone away,
Wait there in light, where the spirits stay.


One day, young Elara, with tears in her eyes,


Walked to the meadow under twilight skies.
Her faithful dog, Rowan, had passed that morn,


Leaving her heart shattered and torn.


She called his name in the whispering breeze,


Her voice a plea to the swaying trees.
“Rowan, my friend, where have you gone?
The days are empty, the nights too long.”


As the sun dipped low, a shimmer appeared,


A glowing arch, both bright and revered.
The Rainbow Bridge stretched wide and high,


Connecting earth to the heavens’ sigh.


From the mist emerged a familiar sight,
Rowan, her dog, bathed in radiant light.
His tail wagged as he bounded near,
Bringing Elara joy, dispelling her fear.


“Oh, Rowan!” she cried, her arms open wide,


As he leapt into them from the other side.
His fur was soft, his eyes so clear,
As if he’d never left, always here.


“I’ve waited for you,” his gaze seemed to say,


“In this meadow where we’ll meet one day.
Though the bridge calls me to a realm divine,


Our bond remains, forever entwined.”


Elara knelt, her heart aglow,
Feeling the love she’d come to know.
The bridge glistened, a celestial flame,
A promise that life and love remain.


Rowan turned, his form agleam,
Crossing the bridge like a fleeting dream.
Elara watched, her tears bittersweet,
Knowing their reunion was complete.


The Rainbow Bridge, a sacred place,
Where love transcends time and space.
It holds the bonds we cannot sever,
A testament to love that lasts forever.


The years passed by, as they always do,
And Elara grew wise, her spirit true.
She often dreamed of the vibrant bridge,
Its glowing hues, its sacred ridge.


When her time came, she walked once more,


To the meadow’s edge, to the bridge’s door.
Rowan was waiting, his tail held high,
Together again, beneath the endless sky.


Hand in paw, they crossed the span,
Into a world where new life began.
The bridge behind them, a path of light,
Led them to peace, beyond the night.


The Rainbow Bridge, a story so dear,
A place of hope, where spirits appear.
For all who’ve loved and faced goodbye,
It whispers, “Love never truly dies.”


In the meadow, where colors gleam,
Elara and Rowan walk in a dream.
Together they roam, in fields so wide,
Forever united, side by side.


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