This randomly popped up in my brain today, and I had to write it.
She sat on a swing as the rain started to pour.
“Come inside,” I said. I held it open, the door.
What took me by surprise was the smile on her face,
Eyes fixed on the stormy clouds, she looked so amazed.
I asked why she was so happy on such a dark awful day,
And she said,
“Because when it’s all over, I’ll go on my way.
There is a man at the end of the rainbow
Who’s waiting to grant my wish
All I have to do is wait til the storm passes by
When the trees had enough to drink and the sun starts to shine
I will follow that rainbow until I reach the end
Find that man and wish for hearts to mend.”
The young girl’s fable I didn’t believe
No gifts from a rainbow that you could receive
“Stop all that nonsense and come on inside.
Wipe off your shoes and make sure they have dried.”
A decade has passed and I remembered that girl
When the cloud turned black and started to whirl
It lasted awhile, but sure enough, the sun came out
With it, a huge rainbow that washed over my doubt
Insane as it seems, I drove for miles and miles
Stopped on a bridge overlooking some isles
I must have been dreaming, for what did I see?
The “end” of the rainbow, shining on me
But then I saw something even more strange
A frail old man suddenly at close range
He appeared out of nowhere, with just a white cloak
When’s the last time he ate? I’m sure he was broke.
So, so, skinny…
But his smile was just like the little girl’s
Genuine and kind, more valuable than pearls.
He said, “I’ll grant you a wish, just say the word.”
I must be going crazy, this is absurd.
“I gave all my belongings away
For hope that it would make people’s day
I can only give what i already own
But all of my seeds have just been sown.
You get one wish, so what would it be?”
I looked at him… were my eyes deceiving me?
A man who had nothing was offering me a request
I started to think and I felt so blessed
“Keep your things, if you even have any.
You know it’s quite hard to find many.. people like you.
I just ask for your wisdom, A heart… how does it mend?
It’s not like rubber that easily bends.”
Pointing his fingers to the rainbow above
He bowed his head and said, “It’s all about love.”
A wind blew so strongly that I shut my eyes
Then he was gone, with that four word goodbye.
-Okay, so cheesy poem that kind of / kind of not makes sense.