Beneath a sky that’s washed with tears,
A bridge of hues begins to form,
Where sunlight dances through the rain,
And paints the world in vibrant tones.

Each arc a promise softly spoken,
In shades that speak of hope and dreams,
From crimson dawns to violet twilights,
A symphony of nature’s heart.

As eyes behold the fleeting wonder,
A gentle pause in life’s embrace,
The rainbow whispers tales of magic,
In silence, colors find their place.

And when the evening sky grows dim,
The colors fade but leave their mark,
A reminder of the beauty fleeting,
Yet eternal in the soul’s own spark.