Sunlight splits into colors, the rainbow,
through droplets hanging in the sky,
the deep among seaweeds where fishes play,
letting time and the world go by.
Oh, how the seasons come and go at ease,
ephemeral in our lifetime,
yet fullest in awe and wonder and joy,
in the living prism in our prime.
In the golden years as the sun sets down,
and into the deep its last rays must die,
lingers, flickers the light saved by the day
into beautiful dreams to live by. ~