Over the rainbow.

i've seen many rainbows in life
and upon those rainbows
i've felt the highest of highs,
and the deepest lows.

for rainbows only show themselves
once the rain and clouds
from a troubled sky
feel too worn to continue to cry.

the colors divide after the storm
no longer gray,
but red, and orange.
yellow, blue.

i've heard the song, i've seen it's singer
to ride the rainbow means to ride the storm.
it means we can't end up over the rainbow.

when the birds have flown,
and the clouds are simply no longer in sight
you find yourself standing
where's the pot of gold?
you're at the end of the rainbow.