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...