RAINBOWS

 

 

The rainbows are fairy bridges is the story I was told

And at the end of each one is where they hide their crocs of gold

 

Growing up I soon learnt this was not true at all

Just a bedtime story read to you when you were small

 

Rainbows are only optical illusions created and formed

After the clouds start to clear away at the end of a storm

 

That's when sunlight reflects through moisture and rain drops

Left behind in the atmosphere when a storm's stopped

 

They are seen at a distance when our back's towards the sun

That's when we can see these visions, that Mother nature has spun

 

Beautifully formed arcs of shimmering vibrant colours displayed

Like the fairy bridges I was told about in my childhood days

 

And although those childhood days of mine are so very long ago

I'm still entranced by this magical gift of nature's Rainbows

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