Rainbows in the sky, up so high,
is it your colors, the seven from heaven,
that make you rhyme with nothing ever?
Everyone walks along, all see you up above,
the drops rain and fall, you live and die,
starting at the nowhere that you end too;
you always start with violets and end in red hues.

rainbows in the sky, do you see the shades of you,
does the sky mirror you before you die?
With the shades of blue caught in middle of you,
oh rainbow, how beautifully you glitter and die.