Rainbow

Red, blue, yellow, green
All your colours, so bright they seem
Each stripe made of an angel's breath
Upon the blue sky's endless depth
Mingled so closely, kept so far
That we can just tell what they are
Comes with sunshine, comes with rain
That cleans us out of hurt and pain
And we, with our hands do reach
Hoping its magic, we could breach
But when we look at what we've gained
All we have is a fistful of rain


Penned by my hand on the 8th of Mayan, in the year 602 AF.