Iris playfully throws her colors, across the pale gray sky
Where rainbow goblins watch and wait, to drain the colors dry.
All the precious colors, made by her loving hand
are from spring time flowers, gathered throughout the land.
First Red, from roses, just for luck
the poppies lend the Orange hue,
then little Yellow, buttercups.
Strong lacy Green ferns know where they go,
wild lilacs make up royal Blue,
periwinkles are bright Indigo.
Sweet Iris provides soft Violet,
--- seven colors you must not forget.
She dips her arrows in the brew,
and shoots them quietly into the blue.
Locked in prisms of water and light,
launched by bow to give them flight.
The spectrum of colors in a perfect arch
painting silently on its towering march,
has a beginning and an end
--- for what goes up, must descend.
Waiting in cold dark caves below
the goblins know just where to go
to steal the treasured beauty caught,
then bleed the colors into pots
and store them in their deepest holes
where roots from many flowers grow.
While the furry goblins sleep,
the tendrils reach out and steep
the pots of rainbow colors deep,
and suck them up their long green stems,
to blossoms of spring flowers again.
