Catch a Rainbow

I spot a rainbow and catch a view, A spectrum of colors with every hue. They seem to melt into each other, Imaging what I might discover. At the end lies a pot of gold, At least this is the story told. Make a wish of a special place, Over the rainbow in outer space. I remember back when I was young, When I’d catch raindrops with my tongue. Everything then seemed so grand, I dreamt about of some far off land. As I grew older and out of touch, All of these things didn’t matter as much. Things I had seen many times before, They pale in contrast as I see them more. The simplest things have beauty to behold, Like in the morning as flowers unfold. Birds wake up and sing their song, I wonder where it all went wrong. I used to climb the highest tree, At the top for miles I would see. It felt as if I could touch the sky, Or spread my wings and start to fly. As I grew older the newness is gone, The days of innocence for which I long. The rainbow reminds me of what’s beyond. But the ripples are confined to the pond. Suddenly I begin to break free, Beauty surrounds in all that I see. At the end lies that pot of gold, A place where dreams never grow old.