I look forward to see its pretty frown
It spreads a smile across my tiny face
We see the colors all over the town
A cheerful message with a lot of grace
Its emotion is shown for all to see
An arc or bow alongside the heavens
Up in the sky for all to see for free
I count the colors and there are seven
It will soon disappear from our vision
We try to capture that moment in time
An everlasting arc to envision
I do not think stealing it is a crime
I want it all for no one else but me
You are the gift that I can only see.