An artist painted a rainbow
Each color in its place
An arc of true perfection
A prism of grace.
Soon he took the paintbrush
The colors began to swirl
The redefining of his masterpiece
Intrigued a passing girl.
Sir it seems you've ruined
A picture perfect creation
The artist simply replied
Use your imagination
All the color is there
Though not in its original place
The girl nodded her head
Concern still on her face.
Is it still beautiful?
The artist questioned
I guess, the girl replied
Though further from perfection.
She looked a little closer
Saw the colors swirl around
Felt every wave
Of motion and sound
Each color represented
A moment in her life
Some sad and dark
Others happy and bright
Giving her the conclusion
That it was not a smooth ride
The rainbow illustrated
Good bad and in between
Each moment reflected
In the yellows reds and greens
Your lifes a work of art
S swirl and twirl of dreams
Nothings cut and dry
And rarely as it seems
Its sn optical illusion
Like a rainbow in the sky
Painting an image of hope
When theres no answer to the Whys
Some rainbows are linear
Some swirl and twirl around
Both images of hope
Where peace, not answers are found.
