Under The Rainbow
September 9th, 2013
Under The Rainbow
Somewhere, under the Rainbow,
Tempers fly…
Moods grow grim, and Spirits cry.
If, instead, we’d see the glow
Of all those colors in the sky
And shed our cares and worthless woes,
The Rainbows could respond to “Why?”
Our Pots of Gold are lost below.
Written for AgeEsteem® by Alexandra Taylor
