It doesn’t have to be
a orangey-red phoenix gliding gracefully as quick as a cheetah
over the everlasting forest.

It could be
the field of lichen
growing on the north-west side of the old oak tree.

Be curious, note the unnoticed.
Treasure the minuscule flash of a bus
indicating down a happy,long country Bone Valley lane.
Cherish every moment.
Even on the most dreadful days there is always a rainbow.