Rainbow..

In an abode of white purity

Dwelled the supreme creator;

Earnest in his next creation - the earth

With strokes of easy thought,

And abyssal imagination he drew

the first mountains and the first plains;

He spew the fires and rains,

thus formed the rivers and drains

Adorned he his pet creation

with a myriad of flowers and

crests of trees all over.

Semblance to heaven unmistaken,

For His brush was old

and the paint was white.

As an angel took aflight,

Fell his feather on His sight;

With this plume on His right,

He split the milky light.

Plumages of seven shades bright,

Emerged from this strifeful fight

And He painted his new child

with colours violet through red.

Dropped a silent hint,

whenever the sun and the rain

met unattended that showed!