The Diamond Flute.

The girl with the rainbow eyes series, part 7, (Finale.)

With a magnifying glass,
As big as her head,
Rhea Inspected each of the Paper Elephants,
Each night before bed,

There was no way she’d give up,
For she was certain she would find,
The Paper elephant,
Whose eyes were wise.

From a distance, it seemed, they all were the same,
Up close, they appeared neither similar nor plain,
For each Elephant had different eyes, different tusks, different smiles,
Different hearts, different minds, different laughs, different cries.

It wasn’t long before,
that important day came,
Though strange to see rainbow eyes,
On another creatures face,

For a split second,
Rhea fell deeply under a spell,
His eyes so hypnotic,
the eyes of an old friend.

And so he spoke:

“You have found me Rhea,
I never doubted that you would,
For you have determination and courage,
Like all good leaders should.

Now look at your key,
For you should recognise the code!
If you turn it upside down my dear,
The inscription is in-fact musical notes.”

“Its a song!” shouted Rhea,
Turning it upside down to see,
And there next to her appeared,
A diamond flute, into which she’d breathe.

Playing the notes,
One by one,
Rainbow tears filled her eyes,
As she heard the song.

The Elephant started to levitate,
A vortex of clouds swirling around,
In a blanket of musical notes,
He transformed to the beautiful sounds.

The music came to a sudden holt.
Rhea stood in awe,
For the spell had broken,
The blue sky’s strictest binding law.

“Its you! It was always you!
Why didn’t I see?” ,
Wrapping her arms around him,
Rhea let go of the key.

“For my dear,
You are brave, and you did not forget,
How important colour is in our lives,
And how love is the spell.

Now you must return,
To spread your rainbow of art,
You must make your Mother see,
I am still there within her heart.”

Rhea felt her Father,
Slowly slipping away,
Back to the angels in the sky,
And there, he would now stay.

Wiping her tears,
No time to say goodbye,
To the world she had become to love,
To the world she had created inside.

There she stood,
In the attic of her house,
The same old grey walls,
Grey cardigan, and little grey house mouse,

Rhea pulled out all of the paintings,
Hanging each one, back on the walls,
Filling the house with colour,
Where there would be smiles once more.

Her Mother walked in,
Taking a deep breath she sighed,
“Its beautiful Rhea,
But seeing his art makes me cry.”

Rhea hugged her Mother,
With all of her heart and might,
Feeling the colour trickling out,
Of her rainbow eyes,

“Its okay to cry,
It’s okay to be sad,
We have to allow ourselves to feel,
Embracing that isn’t bad!

Father would want us,
To enjoy his art,
To keep him close,
Within our hearts.”

Just like magic,
She let out a smile,
And some of the colour that had left Rhea,
Became alive in her mothers eyes.

What’d once been a spell,
Played on throughout the night,
And together they sang,
Bringing the colour back to life.

© Jasmin Elizabeth 2018