Rainbow Arches of the Soul

In the aftermath of rain,

a rainbow blooms,

arches of light tracing stories untold.

Each hue spreads into the sky,

unashamed in its brilliance,

a promise of hope

after the storm.

Beneath this celestial bridge,

the world shifts to shadows,

hearts tucked away

in trunks of a forgotten room,

the sunlight too harsh,

the colors too radiant,

as laughter stays

just beyond reach.

As inner lights ignite, hidden from view,

some dwell in concealment,

the world blind to their vibrant core,

their souls covered in the ordinary.

Yet look there’s grace in the arc,

a blend of every spectrum,

and whispers of love

begin to open,

for even the sky must allow

the storm to break,

to let loose the light,

to be seen,

to rise as a promise,

like a rainbow,

bold and unafraid.

Here, amid the dance of colors,

is a puff of nature’s breath,

where identity blossoms,

and every shade claims its space

together, a celebration,

in the brilliance of the sky,

where dreams paint bright,

and hearts can finally stand free.