Step into the magical world of Sylvie and the Broken Rainbow! This beautifully illustrated storybook follows Sylvie, a fairy who paints rainbows back into the sky every morning after the rain — until one stormy night shatters her rainbow into seven scattered pieces, sending her on a race against sunrise to bring color back to the world. Step into the magical world of Sylvie and the Broken Rainbow! This beautifully illustrated storybook follows Sylvie, a fairy who paints rainbows back into the sky every morning after the rain — until one stormy night shatters her rainbow into seven scattered pieces, sending her on a race against sunrise to bring color back to the world.© cafeeejane
High in the hills where the soft cloudbanks grow, Lives a tiny fairy who makes the world glow. Her name is sweet Sylvie, with wings like a bow.
Each morning after rainfall she'd wake with a spring, And fly to the sky on her iridescent wing, To paint back the rainbow, her most favorite thing.
She'd dip her small brush in the colors of light, And sweep them across the grey after-storm night, Till seven bright colors made everything right.
Violet like lavender fields in the haze. Indigo deep as the night's darkest phase. Blue like the ocean that endlessly stays.
Green like enchanted forests where crystal rivers flow, Yellow like golden buttercups dancing in the glow. Orange like sunset embers shining soft and bright, And Red like autumn leaves kissed by fading light.
The Rainbow Guild fairies would clap and would cheer, "Well done little Sylvie!" They'd call from up near. She was youngest of all but her colors were clear.
But one stormy evening the wind came in fast, A howling grey tempest, a furious blast. And Sylvie held tight but her brush couldn't last.
It slipped from her fingers and struck the arc wide, The rainbow exploded and scattered and sighed. Seven colors flew outward like sparks on the tide.
Sylvie gasped as she watched them go spinning away, "I must find them all before the first light of the day! Or the children will wake to a world all cold and grey!"
She flew to a cave where the crystals grow tall, Where violet light shimmered and danced on the wall. Sylvie caught it gently before it could fall.
Indigo hid in the deep midnight sky, So darkly and so secretly it blended up high. Sylvie found it by chasing a bright firefly.
Blue had sunk deep to the floor of the sea, Glowing and shimmering as blue likes to be. Sylvie dove down and then set blue free.
Green was so tangled in branches and vines, Deep in an enchanted forest of pines. Sylvie untangled it following the signs.
Yellow was stolen by a mischievous sprite, Who juggled it gleefully high in the night. Sylvie traded it for a moonbeam and set yellow right.
Orange was trapped in a sunset cloud near the west, A warm fluffy cloud soft and cozy as a nest. Sylvie dove in and pulled orange free from its rest.
She flew to the volcano where red hid in flame, Through smoke and through heat and through sizzle she came, And brought the red color back home just the same.
All seven colors were safe in her hands shining bright, But they scattered and swirled and refused to unite. "They won't hold together!" She cried in the night.
She tried and she tried but they drifted apart, Then something stirred deep in her brave little heart, A golden warm feeling, her very own art.
She gripped her gold paintbrush with all of her might, And poured her own magic and faith and pure light. The brush blazed with gold, so impossibly bright.
She swept it through violet and indigo's haze, Through blue, green, and yellow in one golden blaze, Through orange and red setting the whole sky ablaze.
The colors united and burst into one, A rainbow more brilliant than light from the sun. She had done it alone, her own magic had won.
She swept all seven across the grey morning sky, The rainbow blossomed in colors up high. So wide and so brilliant it made the clouds smile.
The children woke up and ran straight to their sills, The rainbow stretched over the valleys and the hills. Their laughter rang out like a chorus of thrills.
The Rainbow Guild fairies flew out with a cheer, "Sweet Sylvie you did it! The rainbow is here!" She smiled and rejoiced, it was worth every moment of fear.
So whenever you see the colors stretched after the rain, Remember sweet Sylvie who flies through the plain, She painted that rainbow for you once again. 🌈
The End© cafeeejane