Color after color, layer after layer,
Of joy, of good omens, of beauty,
Where people see good in the darkest of times,
As rainbows always form after the darkest of rains,
Gazing at the spectacle,
Science and logic leave me,
A fascinating phenomenon,
Beyond the boundaries of science,
The possibilities are endless,
Imagination takes over,
Where does it go?
Where does it start?
Perhaps I may never know,
Is there a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow?
Or can you slide down one?
I perhaps may never know,
Red, orange, yellow, green,
Blue, indigo, violet,
The first colors that a child learns,
And the sign of heaven, of eternal peace,
At the birth and death of everyone,
But rainbows always fade away,
Like how good times always have limits,
But I can always say to the next generation,
And the next, and the next,
That I saw a rainbow.