Pretty Rainbows

Little rainbows in a row

They look good enough to eat

A glass of water to wash them down

The colors are running through me

Running, flying soaring so high

I can nearly touch the sky

I see the light

My feet don't touch

The spirit is uplifting

My shell is shattered

And I stretch my new wings

Freedom at last

From the confines of reality

Flying, dying soaring high

Am I a bird a bee or a butterfly?

Smiling happy in simplistic bliss

I close my eyes and soar away

As they close the box and seal it tight

The roses are white the moss is green

Ain't this life just peachy keen?