The Rainbow - Both Audio and Text Versions - Illustration
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This actually took place - word for word...
In all my life the thought had not occurred to me that I would ever see an actual rainbow’s end…but, on my word…
At a birthday party - for my niece’s little boy - the sight of one unveiled the truth about what I had heard.
Cameras by the dozen snapped away to catch the scene, as little misty breezes rinsed the small but friendly crowd.
It arched above a leafless tree, whose stark, reflective limbs were glowing as the sun would chase away a final cloud.
Hues of every color, like a rainbow always has, stretched across the azure sky to somewhere far away,
While, there…before our very eyes…the actual other end - a ghostly, iridescent prism - very clearly lay.
I remember wond’ring if the vision we were seeing was actually where it ended, or…perhaps, instead…the start.
Regardless…what we saw that day has never left my mind. The rare and fleeting spectacle was etched into my heart.
But poised against a background filled with fog-infested trees, pictures, sadly, told the truth - despite what I’d been told -
‘Cause it was actually close enough that we could clearly see, that…even though they’re magical…..there is no - pot of gold!
Copyright © Mark Stellinga | Year Posted 2021
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