The Rainbow Climber

I love to climb up to the tippy-top of rainbows pulling myself up on ruby red ribbons and swinging on blue bonnet bows It can be hard on me when the wild wind blows A beautifully dangerous love affair, I suppose Sometimes it can be a thorn but most times it's a rose This colorful little hobby that I chose It always leaves me with sour yellow lips fluorescent orange ears, and a neon green nose from all of the slipping and sliding and the running, hiding, and colliding Where a rainbow ends nobody knows As I close, Let me just say That the best part of my rainbow climbing day is at sunset when all of the grey has been washed away and I reach the top and get ready to play That's when I take a big breath smile, and deny death and I stop and then I dance on my tip-toes and I spin around as my whole body glows even my clothes Then I'll slide down head first breathing in the highs and breathing out the lows I always make sure to slide head first into the mist where I am colorfully kissed and feel 5 years old I bang my head of blue, green, yellow, orange and red on a giant pot of glittering gold where all of my hopes and colorful dreams unfold