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In the aftermath of stormy skies,
When clouds disperse and sunlight flies,
A wondrous arch begins to form,
A bridge of colors, wild and warm.
Behold the rainbow, painted bright,
A stunning arc of pure delight,
With hues that blend and softly glow,
A celestial masterpiece on show.
First, a crimson blush at the start,
Then orange, like a flame's impart,
Yellow gleams with golden light,
A promise rising, clear and bright.
Green emerges, lush and serene,
The color of life, fresh and keen,
Blue stretches wide across the sky,
A tranquil hue that lifts the eye.
Indigo deepens, mysterious and deep,
A shade of dreams where secrets sleep,
And violet crowns the colorful sight,
A royal hue in fading light.
Oh, rainbow high in heavens spun,
A symbol of hope when storms are done,
A bridge between earth and sky,
A marvel that makes spirits fly.
In fleeting moments, you appear,
A fleeting vision, crystal-clear,
Yet in our hearts, your beauty stays,
A symbol of hope on cloudy days.
