The Rainbow.
The girl of blue and girl of green met across a meadow.
They then found, eventually, the boys of red and yellow.
It wasn’t long before the group had grown in size to seven,
Whereupon they all set out to build a stair to heaven.
Not the heaven of the Bible, nor the afterlife of Greece,
Just the clouded sky above them which held promises of peace.
Yet, as they climbed the sky grew black, as sadness filled the air;
For unbeknown to the happy troupe, there was one forgotten pair:
The girl and boy of backward view, who never seemed to fit,
Had tried to join the upward quest despite the holy writ
Which stated that their preferences in love and happiness
Were nothing short of evil sin and mental illnesses.
Guilt-ridden by the lonely sight of these two far below them,
The seven children sped back down and sang aloud their anthem.
It talked of freedom and of fun and all that Sun had given
But also of remorse for things they wished to be forgiven.
And as they touched their weary feet upon the meadow’s ground,
Each held out an open hand and called the two around.
By this sight the darkened sky was overcome with reverence
And wept to see the future grow from innocent acceptance.