Your rainbow
You abound in brilliant color
Accustomed to recreation is how the scout found it
In dancing along the path, his eyes met with the gap
In between the edge of the breeze and what seems a sappy love story
Of thy eyes commitment to sight. So true, you flare in residue of youth,
With an arch so superfluous as if created the clouds of reason and You touch
September with passion as mounted in delight
Wrapped in deliverance and sustained in might
Of God so willing to uphold what is told
That we shall not be weary but forever casts our mold
So heavy in days of weather, incandescence of trees
And yonder there lay several paces as we fortell our plea
Is not in what we care for, but is in our hope.