Violet
The lowest
Arc of the rainbow
Sweet is the color that's
Closest to home

But scarlet's the rose
Stretched through the sky
Brighter and higher than
She dreamed to fly

Somewhere,
Over and beyond

Her heart beat from
Scarlet to
Violet
In the flush of a moment, when she
Drew her own wings and said
"I'm ready to fall"

Yet she went from
Violet to
Scarlet
In her first brush with soaring, so she
Drew back the shades, and now she
Paints her own skies.