There is no pot of gold at the end of the rainbow,
For no rainbow ever is golden.
You shall reap as you sow,
As we do not deserve this Garden of Eden.
Golden rainbows have been lost in the worm hole,
And now gold within the seven colours is hidden.
Gold only in Eden shall survive into the morrow,
So she hid herself with different colours laden.
With Violet , green , blue ,red and indigo,
Gold has always been smitten.
And in some corner of some cornered summer sky,
Lay a rainbow of autumn color.
Orange , red , brown of fallen leaves were its ally,
Faded green and mahogany were its pallor.
Colours of pathos , colors of sombre , colours of a lost might,
The autumn colours told a tale of lost valour.
A little sad, a little alone in that cornered summer sky,
No sunset could this rainbow discolour.
Maybe there was a hidden gold in its cry,
That made all the autumn colours look smaller.
/* It is incredible as to where you find beauty. Some see it in the multicoloured rainbow , and some in autumn colours. Let every man march to the music he hears ! */