Two Rainbows

 

 Two rainbows descended
then flew away. 
Perhaps they were
not here to stay.

Sometimes when
I'm filled with fears,
I forget life's more
than it appears.

With my eyes stuck
to the ground,
I miss the beauty
all around. 

Through the mist,
I see a tree,
a regal giant
before me.

Roots are grounded
out of sight,
arms outstretched
where birds take flight.

When I'm awake,
I often dream,
things aren't always
as they seem.

And as the mist
lifts from my fears,
sparkling sunlight
reappears.