Rainbow


I see your colours.
How you see mind.
And I feel your Holy.
A strength so Divine!
Waste not, have some.
More precious than Thyme.
And That, my child,
Is called Love.

Listen to the sound.
It reads like a sign.
Call on my voice,
For lessons profound.
Submit it to the Light.
And soar it through the clouds.
And that, my friend, is called a Rainbow.

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