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The Rainbow Girl

The Rainbow Girl

 

Grandma and myself thought it would be lovely if we both visited the children.
As usual it was a beautiful day the sounds and colours were just perfect, we had taken time out to visit the children on the other side of the garden gate

We sat there on our seat that made us so very content with things, and just watched the children play.
Coming toward us was a ball of color with arching rainbows jumping out of it, and there in the very center we could see a lovely girl of about eight years old

The little girl arrived where we sat , she was singing away as happy as could be,

More rainbows, arching out across the little stream that ran nearby

She said that she just loved to make rainbows, a thought and there it was. 

Then another, each with its own beauty, as a little flash of colours spread out when she made them,
the world seemed to be at peace with her. 

"Pretty, pretty colours, I will make some more" she sang 

"What else do you do"? I asked  

"I just make the rainbows" she shrilled with colour and love 

"You do need lots of water though to make them,

 "I throw them up and over the streams I find as I move around and I am very happy" 

"Why don't you go and play with the other children it would be lovely for  them to see"

"Not want to", she laughed back, making a beautiful rainbow that arched above our heads that seemed to hold us in its colours

"You would learn very quickly and you could take your rainbows with you, the children would love them".

"They are learning about lots of things, they watch other people and learn from them all the time" I said, 

"This is where they come to play it's a beautiful place that our Sadie has made." 
When they are not at school or their many meetings they play here."
"They would love to have one", I said pointing to the waterfall, by the small lake  

"Alright I will take one to them" at this she moved over to near the waterfall.
The children's waterfall needs a rainbow it would be wonderful if you could make them one. 
It would play over their waterfall making such lovely colors
"Just call Sadie and she will show you all the places that she has made for the children."

At this the little rainbow girl called "Sadie" and skipped off happily 

There was a shimmer of  yellow colour and love as Sadie appeared reaching out to hold her hand
The two girls spent a little time talking and it was such a beautiful thing to see , the colors passed between them at a great speed, colors I had a hard time watching and Grandma said that she had never seen such a show

A little later Sadie came and told us that the little girl had talked to her about all the things she missed, and loved. 
The little girl said that the one person she would love to see was her Grandma.

Sadie told us that she had called the little girls Grandma, who came to see her, then after a lot of colourful tears, that made lots of rainbow's of love and understanding they walked off by the side of the woods where a Golden mist held them as they journeyed on. 

As she was leaving the little girl turned to Sadie saying "Here is a special rainbow for all the children that play here", She made a rainbow of such beauty that even Sadie dropped some tears that splashed on the grass, like many crystals caught in the sunshine

The rainbow appeared there, holding the waterfall in its loving arms for all the children to see, it held a promise for the children, that only they could feel.

By now it was time for us to leave the children's play place and return to our home, the children sent us flowers and thoughts of love as we crossed the Pooh bridge, butterflies danced around us and as if the powder from their wings flew, they sent out colourful love, Sadies voice seemed to float with them as she said "I will talk to you later, Granddad and Grandma.

I can never seem to remember how we return to our home but the love felt is there for us as we reached for the door

 

  
— yenti, Jul 13, 2010

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Region, Country: United Kingdom, GBR

Favorite Poets: No exact favourites, but just enjoy the output of all I meet as they tell many stories and are able to see more than I can from my window on the world

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yenti

yenti

15 years 11 months ago

These Stories

Are from Audio tapes made of Spirit children as they do things where they are. The full introduction is in the first book "One Love Two Worlds" that has just been printed. As publishing is so very expensive I have decided to put the stories on Neopoet as and when I can, if you gather them together they would be lovely to read to our children. Obviously there will be lots that believe other things but the fact that these are all on Audio tape and are only made as stories to be presented to you all. They are not here to change anything in any way, that they may give you something is all I ask, but I was asked to write these things, Yours Ian.T
Electric Blue

Electric Blue

15 years 11 months ago

Rainbow Girl

Ian How delightful spirit children are always around but only a few do see. I have been told and asked to do audio tapes re my poetry and stories as when I was in hospital for major surgery a lady in the next bed was terrified of hospitals needles and everything. I went to sit with her massarging her hands and reciting my poetry. When time came for her BP to be taken i held her hand and spoke softly and all was well and when became time for her premed I was there reciting to her massarging her hands she did not feel a thing and when she returned I sat massarging her hands reciting still when here eyes opened she thought she had fallen asleep and appologised but I then told her she had just come back from her operation and she was calmed the doctors and nurses thanked me and it was suggested i could do this for patients. I said if they want me to Of course I will be there to assist anyone. So audio tapes I have thought about for some time as when i read from my written word it is different to when i recite. Well back to your rainbow children of course they are in the waterfall and the flowers always but only a few see. Delightful my friend Electric Blue