it sprang its beautiful wings,
the angel flew across many seas,
gravity itself hold no power,
as how its pretty wings flutter,
has a task that the angel is bound,
it is to paint rainbows above and below the clouds,
so after storms the seven colors is drawn,
limning hope just after dawn,
one time the angel met a girl,
she had no wings but had eyes shining like pearls,
he wondered for a gift when his heart fell,
searched the cosmos and continued to dwell,
then he thought of painting a rainbow,
that illuminates when the sun has gone low,
like the stars above the horizon giving glow,
shimmering and ashine telling no-one's alone,
the angel brought her to the north clueless,
then they walked and sat on a hill's crest,
the girl is already at a bliss,
them together is enough for one's heart be seized,
then dusk finally came,
stars remained aesthetically the same,
until the lights took its spot,
arousing the sight of anyone who had sought,
the green and pink rayed the skies,
danced above at where it lies,
the girl asked what it was,
he named it aurora the same name she has,
day and nights had already passed,
since the night they both had,
the angel continued his tasks until,
one twilight she fell ill,
the angel tried all remedies,
neither one of them even helped to ease,
he tried going up for help,
and was told to find the flower that holds life itself,
the angel flew away,
hoping to find it one day,
with every flower he returns,
for the only one he yearns,
sometimes storms goes by,
and no rainbow is seen at the sky,
sometimes the angel paints,
only after each flower he gets to attain,
rainbows may not sometimes be seen,
hope still exists even if there's nowhere to begin,
the auroras would continue dancing,
the angel would still continue painting,
and he would never stop searching.
