Winter Rainbow

Daylight breaks through the gates humming a solemn tune in my ears, here I am standing on the anxious hill gazing at the moon rotating on the hidden sphere. Its bright light sends ripples of hope across the skies transforming into something that will live or die. I have never seen it before, it’s molded into dark shades and a part of it had blood whipped up inside and sparkles of sunlight settled on the other side. I cannot explain it you will have to use James's web telescope to examine it, winter is singing, and the eagles are flying. Look at the rainbow! it is sitting on Capitol Hill and the lights are growing dim, it will rest there for a while to light up the sky until the universe comply. You will eat of the succulent grape from the vine until you admit that the heavens are divine, “And He who was sitting was like a jasper stone and a sardius in appearance; and there was a rainbow around the throne, like an emerald in appearance”. How can you deny that the rainbow doesn't exist when nature has painted it over your head and wrapped it around your tomb stones? You fight nature with sticks and stone, but you have no clue where destiny is bound. You kill the bill with promises of old, you stuff a line inside that is aimed at destroying their pride, and the rainbow is the only reason why some people are alive, if it wasn’t for the rainbow clouds over Embassy hundreds would be buried already. If you remove it you will lose it; listen to what nature system says and eradicate the hatred out of your head. Meditate on the words of old and make your spirit whole and this is what it says, “I saw another strong angel coming down out of heaven, clothed with a cloud; and the rainbow was upon his head, and his face was like the sun, and his feet like pillars of fire”. Let go off my winter and let me enjoy the spring, the sun is rising in the east and the journey is not yet complete, I have a few hundred thousand miles to go before I end the winter show. I want to go biking on the beach, but winter is holding on to my dreams, spring is here, winter is there, and rain is pouring up there. There is snow on the slopes and skiers are on the go, but sun is melting the snow. Daylight comes alive and the message of hope is divine, it lines the horizon, and the people are singing, and I am familiar with the rhythm: "As the appearance of the rainbow in the clouds on a rainy day, so was the appearance of the surrounding radiance. Such was the appearance of the likeness of the glory of the Lord. And when I saw it, I fell on my face and heard a voice speaking.” Haven’t you read the biblical stories of old? The rainbow will be there until you grow old; are you afraid of nature flying in the sky? The rainbow will stare at you until you die; for this is what the good book says, “I set My bow in the cloud, and it shall be for a sign of a covenant between Me and the earth.”