Like the gold at the end of a rainbow
These treasures hold a special glow
Picked and chosen when they’re young
Their journey through life has begun
Gathered close to the child’s heart
Of the child they become a part
See the smile in the child’s eyes
As they reach out toward the skies
Where their hopes and dreams abound
Soaring high above the ground
Hold fast to these treasures if they dare
Given the right support and care
The childhood treasures that they hold
Can become a pot of gold...
Shadow Whysper©

While standing in this field,
under the prettiest of rainbows,
in the cool quiet still of day,
deep inside, my sadness grows.
The sun is raised,
it shines so brightly.
Will it ever shine for me?

I see the many happy chidren,
with smiles on their faces,
gathering summer flowers,
as a recent bloom awaits us.
The children play,
ever so joyfully.
Their joy isn't meant for me.

Still standing in this field,
I've been waiting for so long,
hoping however desperately,
that all I've had is not lost.
I weep and pray,
for the return of my friend. 
Only to find, that rainbows end.
dawg_isblue©

A seed inside us all
placed there for eternal care.
The soul's content,
the mind's redeemer,
a love which we may share.

Growing and reviving
as wildflowers in the fields,
rejuvenating,
everlasting,
a love which our heart yields.

To feel love at it's strongest
we willingly give it away,
sharing
the gift
to perpetuate it's stay.
Linda2001©

At the end of every rainbow lies a pot of gold
At least according to the stories I've been told
Now I'm not as young as I used to be
But I'm amazed at what I see
Children laughing and playing in the rain
As they await the sun
As the rain stops pouring down
The sun comes out to dry the ground
And a beautiful rainbow appears in the sky
The children never once question why
Why isn't there a pot of gold where this rainbow ends?
Instead they continue to play with their friends
They seem not to care that the gold they've been told exists
Is nothing more than another myth
Exploring the newly wet ground
Looking for all there is to be found
Finding all kinds of little treasures
Within each finding instant pleasure
Just staring at the flower's beauty
Each one starts gathering
Until their arms are filled with flowers; 
they pick every one in sight
Their minds and faces filling with delight
These children don't need a pot of gold
They don't care what they've been told
If only the adults of today
Could find some way
To stop looking for the pot of gold that doesn't exist
And stop believe all the myths
Put an end to all the greed
And become more like these children; innocent and sweet
Looking at these children
I've come to realize
Just by what
I've seen with my old eyes
That within even the littlest of treasures
If you look hard enough you can find pleasure
Epic-Myst©

Happiness shines from the rainbow above
That only children can see .
The purest colors reflect their eyes,
Which show the desire to be free.

They find joy in the rainbow
That reaches toward the sky.
Its freedom to stretch is limitless;
Its power can never die.

The children crave the rainbow's light -
It expresses what they strive for.
No one can stop it from reaching new heights;
It is free to touch and experience more.

The children breathe in the life of the flowers,
And take in its calmness and beauty.
They are able to touch all souls of nature,
And experience their tranquility.

To calm their inner frustrations,
The children seek the flowers' peace.
They know if they can feel their purity,
The pain of their worries will temporarily cease.

This field of miracles is their special place
Where the children can be free from hate.
Children need this beautiful world
To dwell in the love which miracles create.
Calliope14©

Raindrops drip
Like honey
From the field flowers
Of red, yellow and mauve
The rainbow eats
them like lolly pops
Absorbing their colors
And casting them
Into the sky
A vision of
Hope and promise
Painted on a backdrop
Of soft clouds.
raven101752©

How can I think of rainbows
Round rosy cheeked children
Flowers and grass?
Walking down a concrete canyon
With crumpled heaps of humanity
Dotting the sidewalk
Nameless, faceless
Without a home
Look away - They are invisible
Atrocities against humanity
Future generations
Will condemn our indifference.
raven101752©

The heavens opened and a rainbow fell to earth
Moving as a river of color, given its birth
A shimmering arch of living light
A gift of beauty and pure delight
And everywhere its brilliants did shine
From the rich earth would grow a vine
And on each vine would grow a bud
Given to life from the earth's nourishing blood
From each bud a flower would bloom
So sweet the smell of natures perfume
The fragrant fire women use to drive men wild
And yet a treasure in the hands of a child
A beauty given unto the eyes of mankind
Who otherwise to nature might have been blind
Bear1Mage©
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