I don’t know how rainbows happen.
They are freakish works of art.
Somebody needs to explain it to me
as a child for me to start
to understand.
To me it is brushstrokes
painted by nature’s hand.
I don’t have to understand
for it to be.

Vibrant arches appear in the sky.
Sometimes half way.
Sometimes right across.
Contrasting colours,
not blending at all.
Those arches make me feel small.
They show in very vivid colours
Even though we are all different
We can get along.
We can live in harmony.
This is my rainbow song.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s