I wonder what a rainbow’s for. It can’t be just for viewing.
And why do birds above me soar while I’m stuck here a-stewing?
Perhaps the rainbow’s view of me is equally unfounded.
And birds no doubt are glad that I am, like the trees, just grounded.
Now is Aurora’s quivering dance
With Borealis just by chance?
Those Northern Lights: I’m quite content
To greet in awe their dazzlement.
~ Harvie Johnstone
