Which end of the rainbow
Will you run to?
They're both the same farness
From where you view.

While you are deciding
It fades to sky
And your choice flees with it.
Your search denied.

There is no stash of wealth,
No bounty's lair.
Rainbows don't touch the ground.
Their home is air.

Rather than chasing off
For gold found free,
Choose to stand very still
And watch and be.



Harry W. Yeatts Jr.