The Shimmering Arc
Of Happiness
It
makes Irish people stare at luck itself
It
has the never-ending sea of blue
While
airplanes soaring gracefully over it
It
has the glorious shine of yellow sunrays
Plants,
taking in every bit of light from it
It
has the stunning flare of pink
It
makes people long to touch it
It
has the tangy smash of orange
It
makes my throat dry up in wanting
It
has the calm smooth rush of purple
The
joyous kids beam up at it
It
has the bright bold complication of red
And
the glowing pot of gold at the end
A
rainbow
Mike D.