Color me a rainbow,
When the sun comes out to play,
After the dark of storm clouds,
Have all been blown away.

Include the brightest yellow,
To look like smiling faces,
Of loved ones and good friends,
Who live in far off places.

Bright green is very pretty
And is like all growing things,
While red is for the sunset,
That the evening hour brings.

Blue is not for feelings
That you wish would go away,
But instead is the color
Of a bright and cloudless day.

Next time I see a rainbow,
I think I'll not forget,
That it was colored just for me,
By someone that I've met.

(c)2003 Loree (Mason) O'Neil