(c)2007 A city by the bay, with skies of bluish grey, a mist is in the air, the sun shines brightly there, a variety of birds do sing, it is the birth of spring. The rainbows' city is bright, in the early morning light, a cradle of life awakes, as the morning light breaks, peace it reins up here, with the birds and with the deer, above the bustling crowd, where I can speak to God aloud. And with open mouth I sing, praising Fathers' spring, then silence is in the air, as Father joins me there, we look upon the bustling crowd with pity, those blessed to live in the rainbows' city.