In the hush after the storm’s fierce call,
The sky unfolds a gentle arc of grace.
Colors blend, a vibrant, whispered thrall,
Painting the horizon with a tender embrace.

Each hue a promise, a dream softly spun,
Bridging earth and sky with a hopeful sigh.
Beneath its arch, where shadows are none,
Lies the magic of a world where spirits fly.

The gentle curve, a story untold,
Murmurs of peace in the softest light.
A spectrum of wonders that quietly unfold,
Guiding the heart through the darkest night.

So let us follow where the colors lead,
To realms of wonder, where dreams reside.
In every shade, a whispered creed,
Of hope reborn, where rainbows abide.