Rainbows
A girl should write of rainbows
And joy and peace and love
Of Spring's gently blooming blossoms
And cooing turtle doves.
A girl should speak as softly
As a little newborn fawn
Think of prosper, harmony, and progress
Of the earth, the sea, the dawns.
So They say, but oft forget
That dusk must lead the dawn
The sea is dangerous in its beauty
The earth suffers to move on.
Joy is only through sorrow
And love keeps close to hate
Peace is found at war's bloody price
Rainbows only form after storm abates.
