The Rainbow

The Rainbow. It must have spanned a quarter of a mile from ground level end to end, a quarter mile high in the sky. I saw some children coming from their cars and I said look there’s a rainbow. They did not seem to dare nor to care nor understand The shopping mall is new, the children are too I wondered about both to big to numb to rainbow. I sat in my car, rain began to fall, the rainbow in the sky began to fuse at one end to become one with the sky. The other end seemed brighter for a time I figured it was time to leave. I drove closer to home. The people in their cars staring only at the line of standing car in front of them. I wanted to shout there’s a Rainbow! But questioned why bother, it’s dying but not As dead before it’s time as those who did not wish to Rainbow. Thoughts came of yesterdays and what of the Tomorrows the children will they see as I it’s rainbows of life. Tears did come, so pretty was the rainbow. Other thoughts came. It’s better to think not of tomorrows. Nor the many yesterdays, think only of today and what a beautiful life to behold any of it’s rainbows. I know well of the pot gold at the end of life’s rainbow. It shines brighter to a heavenly light on into daylights bright. .