Rainbow
How wonderful this demonstration is
That I can truly define as a word of beauty,
Risen is the season of tender hours
And falls to my toes is a memoir
So stricken with a past only of glass
as it caresses the sky in its might
and chosen is its bow to align
with the arch of shows upon heaven.
And bursts of color in its resin
Honorable as it speaks
Thine eye is calling to please
This harmony of trust
The lord laid in us.


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