I remember when as a child l would look a misty morning,
to see the rainbow arching over the city, the pot of gold
awaiting all of our dreams, hoping all of our wishes being
brought to life in that moment, Nature’s spectrum vast and bold.
I know we all have dreams we hold that await fruition
sometimes years may pass before we can hold true to love
yet today I glance across the world whose delightful action,
no longer words, simply the dreams of many sing the dove
In a coo, in a spiritual elegance, our world has become as one
a thinking that allows each and everyone of us to smile
inside the colors of the rainbow, we are freedom and we’ve won
if only to acknowledge humanity is truly serene we shan’t beguile.
The highest court spoken aloud to the heart and soul of many
their predecessors might rest today, as radiant is our epiphany.