Colours In the Sky

Why is a rainbow So magical to see A big archway of colours Spread over homes and trees They have seven colours All the colour's blend There is said to be a pot of gold At the rainbow's end Looking up at this spectacle This oracle of the sky The colours are gently fading And very soon will die Its beauty is breathtaking So simple to create A droplet of water And some sunshine Is all it needs to make A rainbow That shall be seen again Clothed in all its glory Next time the sun is shining Accompanied by rain I penned this poem about two years ago and can't remember if I put it on soup.