Flying high up in the sky
The doves softly float
Wings like silk, there color pure white
As they sing their happy lullaby
Landing on an olive tree
They decide 'this is the one'
The tree in which to bring a piece
As their souvenir
Proving that their certainly was some
Land so very near
A gift of promise, the rainbow glows
As its colors brightly shown
Now the world is safe again
From another dangerous overflow
