If you are a sunset
I’ll stand by my easel
Watching in wonder
as you paint the air.
If you are a rainbow
I’ll follow your glory
Skip with your silken thread
Dance in your hair.
If you are the moonlight
I’ll whisper your pathway
Howl to your melody
Bow to your prayer.
If you are my mentor
My sweetheart, my friend
I’ll know that true beauty
is your tender care.
Today, in the town squares of all great cities
around this beautiful globe,
we will, by common consent, remove divisive flags
hung by history’s tainted shreds of angry pride;
folding them away like old aunty’s table cloths.
And see draped instead, from mountain heights,
a more fantastic sight; our real heritage.
Reflective of all earth’s passion and intensity
absorbing in amazement all our pain,
this is our rainbow – and the music of a shared song.