In the gentle arch of colors bright,
A whispered promise in the light,
Where rain and sun together dance,
A fleeting glimpse, a second chance.

Each hue a note in nature’s song,
A bridge where dreams and hopes belong,
Through mist and rain the colors weave,
A tapestry that hearts believe.

In silence, watch the sky unfold,
A tale of wonder, brave and bold,
For in the rainbow’s brief embrace,
We find a timeless, sacred space.

So let us chase this fleeting arc,
Through fields of green and skies so dark,
In every storm, a promise new,
A rainbow waits to guide us through.