Identity

Let them be as rainbows,
Always still and beautiful,
Looked at wonderously through amazed eyes,
Silent and peaceful and wonderful.
But still only an illusion,
Useless in every way,
It floats above us awhile, then fades away.

I'd rather be the rain,
Peaceful and beautiful in its own way.
It forms sweet music only it can play.
Being present in the process of producing flower buds,
And helping the green grass to grow.
And what is left is the admired rainbow,
And the puddles and the fresh air,
Leaving us with the knowledge
That it will return.

I would rather be clear as crystal
Than of all the colors combined.
If I could be part of mother nature
I'd rather be the rain.

Copyright © 1999 by Shana Wilson

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