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 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.
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.