Rainbows

Rainbows arch beneath the sun,

Glowing pridefully in gleefull fun.

They shimmer and shine in the sky

catching every human eye.

Children run to get even nearer,

Mother calls, they do not hear her.

Chasing thoughts of fairy treasure,

they run with childish mobile pleasure.

Laughing stops in gray clouds shadow

above open meadow lying fallow.

Hidden colors are lost from sight,

in darkened skies no longer bright.

As tired children trudge, heads down,

they catch sight of color on the ground.

The rainbow flashs weakly, in a muddle

trapped on Earth in an oily puddle.

Looking down in youth's confusion,

not yet aware of scientific delusion,

they disturb the wavy reflection there

and as clouds part fling water in the air.

Smiling, as their rainbow begins to appear,

they run to the Mother they can now hear.

Look, they tell her, both pointing high;

we put it back there in the sky!

© 2012 Tamera Dobbins