A short poem …
At the break of dawn, a legend we chase, To find where the colors of the rainbow embrace. Its end, a mystery, a treasure untold, A story of wonder, a tale to be unfold.
With skies of azure and sun’s gentle ray, We set forth on a quest to find our way. To the end of the rainbow, where dreams may come true, Where pots of gold glisten, and skies are so blue.
Through meadows of wildflowers, we venture afar, Guided by dreams of a shining star. A journey of hope, where magic resides, In the shimmering hues of the rainbow’s tides.
The red and the orange, the yellow so bright, They paint the path with radiant light. Green meadows stretch out, as we follow the line, To the end of the rainbow, where destinies entwine.
Beneath a clear sky, we journey with grace, To find that enchanting, elusive place. But the closer we get, the further it seems, The end of the rainbow, a realm of dreams.
With every step taken, the colors retreat, A dance in the sky, so fleeting and fleet. The treasure we seek, forever in flight, A promise of wonder, both day and night.
The end of the rainbow, a tale never old, A story of beauty, more precious than gold. Though we may never reach its radiant bend, Its magic lives on, a message to send.
For the end of the rainbow, it’s not about gold, But the journey we cherish, the stories retold. In the heart of each dreamer, its colors reside, A symbol of hope, forever our guide.
The image shown was made with an iPhone.
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So long … and thanks for all the fish.