A Rainbow, To Play

Picture a rainbow… spread out cross the sky (captured on popsicle sticks flying by). Gather a handful… together they’ll store laughter (highest to lowest): spread them out ‘cross the floor. And there, you’ll have captured (from hither to yon’) the music of moonlight— the sound of the dawn. Then hear you a sunset (so tender, so mild)… or see you a giggle (the paints going wild!)… And words become boring; so clumsy to say… once you’ve: captured a rainbow for some special someone to play, and play and…. play.