In my small hands I hold a rainbow
With just a breath it is blown
Across the sky, arcing gracefully
Shimmering its brilliant hues

In my small hands I hold destiny
With just a breath it is scattered
Across time, through space
Falling where it may

In my small hands I hold time
With just a breath it ceases to exist
It just slips away
Dissipating like mist

In my small hands I hold life
With just a breath it is born
Small, fragile, crying softly
I cradle it close, protecting it from all harm

I love this piece Gaia. Ty for such a beautiful write.