The rainbow makes me cry,
when I see it in the sky.
Because a rainbow make the world look brand new,
It's the only thing it can do.
It rises on the line of a battlefield's morning,
lights the damaged houses from a mass flood warning.
Creeps onto the page of a bed time story,
healing all the lives in the past years' warring.
The rainbow makes me cry,
when it spreads across the sky.
Because a rainbow's the light of nature,
bringing hope when there is danger.
It summons all the trees to awaken slowly,
telling them the rain washed away their children.
Comes into the eyes of an abandoned kitten,
left out in the storm in an old worn mitten.
The rainbow makes me cry,
when it fades out of the sky.
Because the rain cleans the world of wrong things,
the rainbow says it's ending.
The rainbow makes me cry,
I tried to tell you why.
The wicked ends in violence,
then the lovely in the silence.
Copyright KJ Heier, 2011.