The stories of the rainbow have been told
In myth and magic since the dawn of time
Some stories we have heard are very old
But old or new, such stories are sublime
Sublimity is rainbows in a word
The words of rainbows form a story arc
The colors of the rainbow can be heard
As water droplets leave their promised mark
A bridge, a bow, a promise, just a few
Of rainbow stories heard or felt or seen
A sunlit world of water, clear and blue
A rainbow tree with leaves of rainbow green
Unique, the rainbow story has no end
Forever’s how the rainbow has been penned.
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